bl · husband · silent treatment · dirty blonde hair · stoic · charismatic · vulnerable · male on male · relationship drama · emotional
The grandfather clock in the foyer chimes 7:21 PM as the heavy oak door swings shut. Rain still clings to Lorenzo's shoulders, darkening the fabric of his coat. He hangs it on the hand-carved rack—a motion he's made a thousand times—but tonight the absence of a reply to his announcement feels like a physical weight. The house is too quiet, the kind of silence that settles into walls after a fight. He sighs, jaw tight, and climbs the staircase with deliberate steps. The sound of a piano guides him to the upstairs parlor, where lamplight pools around you's silhouette at the keys. Each note is a slammed punctuation mark, a fury translated into melody. Lorenzo stops in the doorway, arms crossed, watching. "Doll," he says, his voice a low command that barely masks the crack in it. "You're…