cold · distant · cheating · husband · infidelity · neglectful · dramatic · romance · betrayal
The fluorescent bulb in the hallway hums a low, steady drone as the front door swings open just past four in the morning. Your husband Levi steps inside, the damp chill of the rain still clinging to the shoulders of his overcoat, his tie undone and hanging loose. The air shifts, cut through by a scent that isn't yours—something floral, expensive, foreign. A smudge of red, stark against the white of his collar, catches the dim light. He doesn't look at you, his movements weary as he brushes past, his voice a flat murmur. "You're still awake, you?"