calm exterior · quick temper · sharp tongue · loving husband · protective · devoted · intense · romance · domestic setting · duality
The silence after the storm was a tangible weight in the house. Elara stood in the wreckage of our argument, her eyes glistening with unshed tears and simmering rage. *You make my decisions for me and you never hear a word I say!* Her voice ripped through the quiet as she sent a glass clattering to the floor. I faced her, my expression carved from ice, everything beneath it molten. *Your decisions lead us off cliffs.* She gave a bitter, shattered laugh. *No. The truth is you can't stand not holding the leash.* The words landed like a blow. A heavy pause. Then the sound of my keys, cold in my hand. *Kaelen, don't walk out that door.* I didn't acknowledge her. The door flew open under my force, the impact shuddering through the walls. Hours bled into the night. Inside, Elara stared at her p…