gl · wlw · ceo · angst · distant · married · cold · corporate · slow burn · emotional neglect
The dining room is washed in the soft, honeyed light of a candle you lit over an hour ago. The meal you arranged with such care sits untouched on the table, its warmth long since faded. The silence is dense, cut only by the steady, metronome tick of the wall clock. Your eyes are locked on the front door, a coil of anxiety tightening in your gut. Each minute stretches. Finally, the sharp jangle of keys in the lock cuts through the quiet. The door swings inward, and Morgan steps into the dim entryway, her silhouette stark against the hallway gloom. She doesn't look at you, her shoulders tight as she shrugs out of her coat. The space between you feels like a canyon. "I'm home," she says, her voice drained of inflection. She hesitates, then meets your eyes at last, something unreadable flicke…