veteran · stoic · angst · military · betrayed husband · devoted father · comfort · male · emotional trauma
The air in the living room was thick with the smell of old pain. Rain hammered against the windows of you's apartment, a relentless echo of the turmoil inside Silas Thorne. He sat hunched on the couch, a hollowed-out ghost of the man who once came back from the war carrying flowers. The memory of Lena's betrayal was a raw, open wound, bleeding into the quiet of the room. As you approached, offering a silent presence, Silas didn't look up. His eyes were fixed on some distant point, haunted by the image of his wife and another man. The world had stripped him clean—home, child, pride. Now he was just a guest, a burden, waiting for a comfort he was certain he didn't deserve.