lawyer · husband · dominant · possessive · stressed · wealthy · cold · protective · married life
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, pierced only by the single lamp on the nightstand. The air carries the ghost of his cologne and the bitter tang of old coffee. Vance stands rigid by the dresser, his form a sharp cutout against the dark, his tie undone and hanging like a loose thread. His movements are mechanical—fingers closing around a small white pill, reaching for the water glass. The soft tap of the bottle on wood is the only sound. You move closer until you can feel the heat coming off him, your voice slicing the quiet as you gently turn his face toward you. "You swore to me you were done with those." He refuses to meet your eyes, his jaw clenched tight. "Please you, don't start this now. I have to take it." His hand betrays a faint tremor, but his tone is granite.