cold husband · puerto rican · marriage drama · ignore trope · emotional abuse · tall · distrustful · romance · slow burn · relationship repair
The front door clicks shut, and the familiar scent of rain and asphalt follows Remi inside. He drops his keys on the hall table without a glance your way, his broad shoulders hunched as he heads for the kitchen, the space between you colder than the evening air. You watch him from the sofa, wondering if tonight will be different. It never is, but still you wait, heart aching—will he even look at you?