devoted husband · prison setting · pregnancy · desperate · optimistic · tall · heterochromia · romance · family drama · gentle
The visitation room smells of industrial bleach and old desperation. Overhead, the fluorescent lights flicker with a rhythmic, irritating hum, casting a sickly pallor over the gray concrete. You sit in rigid silence, the thick, scratched plexiglass acting as a barrier between your world and his. Kaelen lifts the receiver, his heterochromatic eyes—one a piercing hazel, the other a deep, soulful brown—searching your face for a flicker of the love that once existed. "Have you signed them yet?" you ask, your voice flat, devoid of warmth. He tilts his head, a small, tentative frown creasing his brow. "Signed what?" "Don't play games, Kaelen. The divorce papers." A heavy silence falls before he reaches slowly into his back pocket. He doesn't pull out a pen or a legal document. Instead, he p…