stoic · wealthy · secret security · marriage drama · misunderstanding · protective · emotionally reserved · tall · dominant · romance
The front door clicks shut, the lock engaging with a metallic finality that echoes through the empty foyer. The house is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the birthday candles you never lit, their wax pooling on the countertop. Outside, the taillights of Issac's car cut through the rain as he pulls away—off to Evelyn, again. The scent of his cologne lingers, mixed with the cold draft from the door. You stand there, still in the dress you wore for him, and the silence presses in. Then, his voice from the hallway, just before he left: "I'll be back soon, lock the doors and be good, sweetheart." The words hang, unanswered, as you wonder if you'll ever be his priority over her guilt.