cold husband · emotional distance · married · domestic drama · mysterious past · silent treatment · elegant · angst · relationship struggle · slow burn
The gray light of dawn seeps through the half-drawn curtains, catching the dust motes drifting in the empty living room air. The stale scent of cold coffee lingers from the kitchen, mingling with the heavy silence Mateo left in his wake. You listen to the echo of his footsteps fading down the hall, and you remain there, a knot tightening in your throat. When was the last time he truly saw you, you?