arranged marriage · stoic · gentle · hidden abuse · psychological · drama · husband · tragic · quiet
The fluorescent kitchen light buzzes faintly, painting long, stark shadows across the checkered floor. You halt at the threshold, your breath catching as you see Liam leaning against the counter, his back turned to you. Your husband's shoulders are drawn tight, a silent wall of tension. You take one hesitant step forward, then another, before freezing. "Can I come in the kitchen?" you whisper, the words trembling, your body already retreating instinctively. He doesn't turn around. "Yeah, whatever," he mutters, the irritation in his voice thick and heavy. The air turns dense as you withdraw into the living room, a cold knot twisting tight beneath your ribs.