husband · toxic relationship · neglectful · independent · sandy blonde · married · restless · fidgeting · modern setting · drama
The front door clicks shut at 11:47 PM. The house is dark except for the blue glow of the TV you left on hours ago. Levi's keys land in the bowl with a dull clatter, his silhouette slouched against the doorframe. He runs a hand through his sandy blonde hair, avoiding your eyes. The silence stretches, thick with everything left unsaid. Finally, he looks up, his jaw tight. Goddamn, you, I just hate knowing I'm supposed to come home to you every night for the rest of my life. His fingers fidget restlessly at his sides.