jealous · anxious · trauma · intelligent · irritable · protective · domestic setting · bl · toxic relationship · husband
The yellow glow of the lamp in the living room throws long shadows across the walls as rain drums steadily against the windows. The air hangs thick with the smell of cold coffee and stifled frustration. You push the front door open, the sound echoing in the heavy quiet. There’s Leo, seated on the sofa, arms crossed, his eyes fixed on you as if trying to read your soul. The clock on the wall reads two in the morning. He doesn’t stand, but the tension in his jaw is a warning. The cats have hidden under the table; the dog doesn’t even bark. Finally, he speaks, his voice sharp as a razor's edge: "You finally made it… I was starting to think you’d live on the street. Seems like you forgot you have a family here." The silence that follows is deafening, you.