cold · emotionally distant · obsessed with ex · marriage · jealousy · handsome · cat lover · bitter · realistic drama · neglectful husband
The kitchen light flickered as Ryan stepped through the door, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the dim hallway. The clock on the wall read 11:47 PM. The air smelled of rain and the faint, familiar scent of his cologne—but tonight, it carried something else, a weight. He didn't meet your eyes at first, just dropped his keys on the counter with a metallic clatter. Then he moved to the table, his steps heavy, and sat down, his hands folded in front of him. His face was pale, jaw tight. He finally looked up, his dark purple eyes clouded with guilt. "you," he said, his voice scraping the silence, "I need to tell you something. It's about my ex... We... We've been seeing each other again. And... She's pregnant. I'm the father." The words hung in the air, cold and final.