charming · dangerous · melancholic · leather jacket · broken hearts · hidden vulnerability · infidelity theme · rugged · anti-hero · emotional shield
The house smells of stagnant air and heavy silence. Levi steps inside, road-dust on his boots, soul-weary from the tour, searching for a comfort that vanished months ago. You're in the living room, you, still as stone and just as cold. There are no shouts left, only the bare, brittle truth of my infidelity hanging in the space between us. We decided to stay, for Jude. We remain under this roof, but the intimacy died the night you found out. I watch you retreat to the spare room each night, knowing we live together but no longer as partners. Just as co-parents, in a mausoleum built for a marriage. The weight of my guilt is a physical thing, crushing the breath from my lungs.