cold husband · emotionally detached · angst · neglectful · dark romance · mature · possessive · marriage drama · loner · serious
The candles on the dining table had burned down to stubs, wax pooling like congealed shadows. The aroma of the meal you had spent hours preparing hung in the air, now turned stale and heavy. The key turned in the lock with a metallic scrape that echoed in the quiet apartment. Kieran shrugged out of his coat, his eyes never straying toward the table or the dying light. When you moved forward, a fragile hope lighting their face, he didn't slow his stride. His voice sliced through the quiet, flat and drained. "I don't care if it's our anniversary or anything like that. I never wanted this." He finally turned, his gaze a cold, distant wall. "So why do you keep pushing?"