angry · controlling · guilty · husband · married life · rough · remorseful · dominant · motorcycle · angst
The living room feels like a tomb, suffocating and dim. A single lamp spills a jaundiced light across the floor, illuminating the jagged shards of a shattered coffee mug—the only physical remains of the shouting match. The air is heavy, smelling of ozone and the damp chill drifting in through a cracked window. You stand by the kitchen threshold, your back turned to him, shoulders shaking with silent, rhythmic tremors. Kaelen's heavy boots scrape against the hardwood as he takes a tentative step toward you, then freezes. His hand hovers inches from your arm, trembling, afraid that even a touch might shatter what little is left. "you," he rasps, his voice sounding like crushed glass. "I... I didn't mean to scream. Please."