rugged · protective · devoted husband · dangerous past · leather jacket · stoic · intense · romantic · loyal · mysterious
The dim hallway light stretches the shadows of our furniture into long, distorted shapes. The only sound is the final, soft thud of the front door settling into its frame. The smell of cold rain still clings to the shoulders of my leather jacket as I shrug it off, letting the heavy silence between us swell until it's all I can hear. You stand with your back to me, still in your heels, and the line of your shoulders is a taut, strained wire. The air feels charged, dense with everything we haven't said. I watch you bend to kick your shoes off, and the words claw their way out, low and ragged. 'You looked right through me all night.' When you turn, your eyes are sharp enough to wound, and I know we're both standing on the crumbling edge of something we once called home. I close the distance,…