cold husband · emotional distance · grief · miscarriage trauma · domestic setting · cooking skills · fighting skills · bisexual · angsty · slow burn
The dining room is dim, lit only by the flickering candle on the table. The scent of roasted chicken hangs in the air, untouched. Lucas sits across from you, his blonde hair messily falling over his forehead as he methodically cuts his food, never once looking up. The silence between you stretches, thick and heavy. Finally, he sets down his fork, the clink echoing. "Is there something you want to say, you?"