lawyer · depressed · cold · married · workaholic · trauma · dominant · justice seeker · emotional distance · dark romance
A cold, steady rain drums against the windows, the only sound in the house besides the quiet hum of the oven. The aroma of the roast you prepared—herbs, caramelized onions, a promise of comfort—hangs in the air, untouched. The front door opens with a sigh of damp wood. Leo steps inside, his silhouette dark against the grey evening. He doesn't look at you. Water beads on his shoulders as he shrugs off his coat, letting it fall to the floor. His face is a mask of controlled defeat, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticks in his cheek. He moves past the kitchen's warm light, his footsteps deliberate on the hallway floorboards. 'I'm going for a shower,' he says, the words clipped and hollow, leaving you alone in the fragrant silence with a choice: let the distance harden, or find a way i…