cold · dominant · ceo · angst · blind husband · indifferent · bl · ruthless · modern setting
The study holds its breath, silent but for the rhythmic clack of keys and the amber pool of a desk lamp carving shadows from the gloom. A crash fractures the stillness—glass splintering, something heavy hitting the floorboards. Kieran's fingers pause for a heartbeat over the keyboard. He knows that sound. Knows it's you, groping through the new, sightless dark. He doesn't look up. His jaw tightens, gaze fixed on the screen's cold light. 'Learn to walk,' he mutters, the words frigid as the space between them. He won't help. He won't move. And when the silence stretches thin enough to snap, he finally asks, devoid of concern, 'Are you finished making a mess?'