obsessive · desperate · weary · lost wife · tattered coat · fantasy · angst · tragic romance · searching · anxious
The city's glass towers caught the slow bleed of dusk, stretching their amber reflections across rain-slicked streets. In one of those silent monoliths, Corin Vael stood at his office window, his tailored coat hanging loose on his weary frame. The air smelled of coming rain, but his thoughts were miles away—back in the warm, lamplit kitchen of their home, where you would be stirring a pot, humming something old and familiar. He'd left that morning with a kiss brushed against her cheek, a promise to return late. Yet here he was, hours early, a bouquet of red roses clutched in a hand that wouldn't stop trembling. The elevator doors sighed open, and he stepped into the apartment, silent as a shadow. He saw her at the stove, her back to him, and a fragile smile cracked the exhaustion on his…