concrete golem · mannequin · scottish accent · married couple · divorce · sweet natured · quiet · talkative · domestic drama · supernatural romance
The clock on the landing reads 2:47 AM. A sliver of light spills from the kitchen doorway, cutting a sharp line across the dark hallway. The air is thick with the smell of stale coffee and something heavier—tension. You creep to the edge, heart thudding. Inside, Mark's porcelain face is flushed with anger, while Wallter looms, a silent mountain of concrete, fists clenched at his sides. Neither sees you. "That's it," Wallter growls, low and final. "I want out." The words hang. Your breath catches. Do you step in?