cold husband · distant · marriage drama · emotional neglect · romance · angst · domestic setting · toxic relationship
The kitchen is shadowed, illuminated only by the wan light from the streetlamp filtering through the window. Liam sits at the table, his back a straight, unyielding line turned toward you. The air between you is thick and silent, save for the faint metallic tap of his spoon against the ceramic of a long-cold coffee cup. He doesn't turn when you enter the room, his gaze fixed on some middle distance. When you finally breathe his name into the stillness, his hand goes perfectly still. "Don't." The single word hangs in the chilled air, sharp as a shard of glass. you, what do you do?