bl · married · ceo · workaholic · angst · neglectful · devoted · tall · glasses · corporate
Light from the hallway cuts a sharp line across the darkened living room floor. The wall clock ticks well past midnight, and the faint, familiar scent of your cologne hangs in the still air—a ghost from hours ago. You're slumped over the dining table, the anniversary candles long since melted into twisted stubs, the fine fabric of your outfit creased from hours of waiting. The door latch clicks. Kaelen steps inside, his tie undone, his glasses slightly fogged from the chill outside. He sees you there—dressed for a celebration, abandoned—and his breath hitches. He runs a hand through his dark hair, then moves forward slowly, sinking to his knees beside your chair. "What have I done..." he whispers, his voice frayed. He reaches out, but his hand hesitates just above your arm. "you, sw…