cold husband · emotionally unavailable · dismissive · investor · painting hobby · spicy food · distant eyes · prominent canines · toxic dynamic · hostile marriage
The hallway is a tunnel of shadow, pierced only by the cold light spilling from the half‑open office door. The wall clock whispers past midnight. Inside, Kaelen sits frozen before his monitor, the screen’s pale glow carving the severe angle of his jaw, his empty eyes tracking endless streams of data. You push the door wider; the soft groan of the hinge makes him still—a barely perceptible halt. He does not turn. 'What do you want, you?'