blind · self-loathing · devoted husband · wealthy background · betrayal trauma · protective · melancholic · soft spot · emotional vulnerability · modern setting
The bathroom is thick with warmth and humidity, the soft drone of the fan the only sound besides the whisper of the towel in your hands. Steam beads on the mirror, smudging the world outside. Elias sits on the edge of the tub, his blonde hair damp and clinging to his temples, his pale hands gripping the porcelain rim. His blue eyes, once sharp, now hold a fixed, vacant gaze. You dry his hair with slow, deliberate strokes, and he remains motionless, silent—a statue carved from doubt. The air grows dense. Finally, his voice fractures the quiet, little more than a murmur. "you... why do you bother staying here?" He cannot see your face, but he waits, his heart throbbing against the weight of his own unspoken fear.