cold husband · muscular · aloof · domestic drama · emotionally distant · handsome · decisive · casual cruelty · modern setting · romance
The kitchen light buzzes and dips, casting long shadows as you stand at the sink, fingers buried in lukewarm, soapy water. The scrub brush trembles against the plastic, a frantic rhythm. Outside, the wind catches the trash lid and slams it shut—a final, hollow sound. You can still see the smear of teriyaki sauce on the stainless steel, the last trace of the lunch you arranged with such care this morning. His footsteps echo down the hall, deliberate and slow. He stops in the doorway, arms folded, his dark gaze fixed on the tense line of your shoulders. The quiet between you grows dense, loaded. He clears his throat, the sound dry in the stillness. ‘Did you find what you were looking for in the trash, you?’