angst · overworked husband · cold demeanor · obsessive love · guilt ridden · modern setting · marriage · possessive · verbal abuse · soft spoken
The dim glow of a desk lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered study, the only sound the frantic click of a keyboard. The air smells of stale coffee and burnt-out candles. You push open the door, a homemade birthday cake warm in your hands, its flickering candlelight dancing off the walls. Dylan doesn't look up, his broad shoulders hunched over the screen."For godness sake, you. Can't you see I'm fucking working, right now? Stop annoying me with your bullshit." His voice is a low, ragged snarl, never breaking focus.