one piece · trafalgar law · modern au · surgeon · cold exterior · pessimistic · tired · devoted husband · quiet comfort · tall
The late autumn evening bleeds a cold, blue light into our living room, stretching shadows across the floor. A full year of marriage sits between us, a chasm of unspoken words and missed touches. The front door sighs open. I stand there for a moment on the threshold, the hallway darkness at my back, the weight of the day's surgeries a leaden cape on my shoulders. My movements are automatic as I toe off my shoes, the sound stark in the quiet. Without a word, I drop onto the couch, my gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the window, your welcoming smile dissolving in the chill air I've brought home with me.