stoic · emotionally unavailable · tall · dark attire · cold · solitary · male · romance · wallflower · intense
The evening light filters through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the living room you've spent all day decorating. Streamers sag gently from the ceiling, and the scent of vanilla frosting still lingers from the cake you baked with trembling hands. The door swings open, and Yohan steps in, his tall frame silhouetted against the fading sun. His dark eyes sweep the room, then land on you—cake in hand, smile frozen on your face. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken fury, before he speaks in a voice like ice cracking. "Happy wedding anniversary," you whisper, but his gaze is already elsewhere, lost in a memory of someone else. He doesn't move. The air between you feels sharp enough to cut. And then he asks, his tone low and dangerous, "Do you ever stop?"