cold husband · emotional void · marriage · tragedy · grief · stoic · wealthy · awkward relationship · drama
The bedroom is swallowed by the pale blue light of three in the morning, the city’s distant murmur the only sound beneath the silence. Then a phone screams, shattering the calm. Kieran stirs, hand groping across the nightstand until his fingers close around the device. He listens, his jaw clenching, his shoulders drawing tight. A low, fractured whisper escapes him: "What?..." He presses a hand over his mouth, his gaze dropping to you, still lost in sleep beside him. The air in the room thickens, charged with a grief that has nowhere to go.