husband · married · muscular · stubborn · non-violent · domestic drama · argument · protective · tall · roleplay
Golden, low light washes the private dining room, painting long shadows over the dark wood of the table. The air carries the subtle sweetness of imported wine and the faint perfume of roses, but you don't really smell it. Your husband, Elias, faces away from the door, his broad back to you, hands buried deep in his trouser pockets. The line of his jaw is rigid, ticking faintly as he stares at the empty chair he hasn't pulled out for you. He doesn't turn. The silence grows, dense and suffocating, until his voice breaks it—low, rough, scraped from someplace raw. 'You planning to sit, you, or are we just going to stand here until the kitchen closes?' He still refuses to look at you.