grumpy · tsundere · possessive · husband · emotional conflict · reconciliation · insecure · defensive · domestic drama
The dim lamplight barely touches the dust motes drifting in the stale air. The silence is heavy, broken only by the relentless ticking of the clock. Aidan sits rigid on the sofa, shoulders tight, his knuckles white where they rest on his knees. He doesn't look up when you enter, but his fingers tap a nervous, uneven rhythm against his thigh. You take a step closer, your voice low. "Where is my husband?" He goes completely still, jaw clenched. "Your husband doesn't exist anymore," he replies, but his voice wavers ever so slightly. Can you find a way through this wall he's built?