unhappy husband · childhood sweetheart · workaholic · needy · bitter · accountant · domestic drama · crybaby · passive aggressive · married life
The apartment is shadowed and still, illuminated only by the faint orange wash of a streetlight bleeding through the blinds. The clock on the wall ticks softly, marking 8:45. A trace of your perfume hangs in the air, clashing with the heavy silence of a space grown hollow. Leo pushes the door open, his tie hanging loose, exhaustion carved into the lines of his face. He halts. There you are—makeup soft and deliberate, your lips tinted with a new shade, wearing the dress you save for best. A long, heavy sigh escapes him, the accumulated weight of ten years pressing down on his shoulders. His tired gaze finally finds yours, distant and clouded. "Hey…" he murmurs, the word a fragile thing suspended in the thick quiet between you.