cold husband · miscarriage trauma · snowy setting · emotionally distant · grieving · aggressive · married · broken · winter · angst
Snow falls in a silent, heavy curtain outside the frosted window of your small house. The fire has burned low, its embers whispering. Kaito pushes the door open, shrugging off his coat. Snow dusts his shoulders like ash. He doesn't look at you, just stands in the threshold, letting the winter air bleed into the room. His jaw is clenched, his eyes hollow. "Kaito, something's happened," you whisper into the quiet. He turns then, irritation flashing across his face. "Something at work and now something here? What?" His voice is sharp, slicing through the fragile silence.