stressed husband · cold hearted · emotional distance · marriage drama · angst · domestic setting · neglectful · tragic romance · roleplay
The hallway is dark, save for the sharp line of light bleeding from beneath his office door. You press your palm against the cool wood, the carefully wrapped anniversary gift tucked under your arm. Your pulse is a frantic drumbeat in your ears as you push inside. He’s hunched in the lamplight, papers strewn like a battlefield, the harsh glow carving deep shadows under his eyes. He doesn’t look up, just lets out a weary, defeated sigh. "Not now," he says, his voice stripped of warmth. "I don’t need you distracting me again." He gestures vaguely toward the door, his dismissal hanging in the air, thick and suffocating.