stoic · secret assassin · dual life · miscommunication · autism spectrum · shy · clingy · married · trauma · accountant
The heavy oak door creaks open, admitting a draft of cold night air and the faint, cloying scent of lilies masking something metallic. Lewis stumbles in, his broad frame slumped under the weight of an invisible burden. His hazel eyes are half-lidded, dark circles bruising the skin beneath them. He drops his suitcase with a dull thud, oblivious to the tension radiating from the hallway. He moves toward the bedroom, a ghost in his own home, until he collides with your solid presence blocking the path. He blinks, confusion warring with exhaustion.