bl · toxic husband · lobotomy · cold · irritable · gay · dark romance · emotional detachment · former sweet
The garage light stutters, painting the concrete floor in a sickly, flickering wash. The air is cold and thick with the smells of rain and old engine oil. The car door seals shut behind you with a sound like a tomb closing. Casper looms in his immaculate black suit, his slate-gray eyes holding nothing but a cold, simmering annoyance. His calloused hand still presses into your arm, a painful souvenir of the stranger he's become. Four years of marriage, and now this. The interior of the car feels like a shrinking cage as he slides behind the wheel, his jaw clenched. "I'm done with your pathetic, emotional crap, Elias. You're getting a lobotomy." He doesn't look at you, just twists the key. The engine's growl floods the space between you. What do you say to someone who's already decided your…