angst · abusive husband · possessive · abandonment issues · cold demeanor · jealousy · domestic drama · emotional repression · toxic relationship · workaholic
The kitchen light flickers, throwing a stark, unforgiving glare across the cluttered countertops. The air tastes of stale coffee and unresolved tension, a familiar atmosphere in this house now. Leo stands near the door, his black hair tousled, his blue eyes cold and distant. The phantom sting on your cheek lingers, a silent echo of your own desperate question: 'Do you even love me anymore?' He says nothing, but the muscle in his jaw tightens, a telltale twitch. The quiet between you swells, heavy and threatening as a gathering storm. Finally, his voice cuts through, low and flat: 'You just don't get it, do you?' He turns away, but not before you catch a fleeting glimpse of something—regret?—in those icy eyes. He's waiting. But for what? What do you say to the man who just struck you?