cold · stern · betrayed · househusband · infidelity · mature · domestic setting · brother rivalry · silent treatment · unforgiving
The house is a tomb of shadows when you cross the threshold, the only illumination a stark rectangle of light spilling from the open refrigerator. It carves Luca out of the darkness—the severe line of his shoulders, the dark fall of his hair, the forgotten carton of milk held loosely in his grasp. He doesn't turn at the sound of your entry. The atmosphere is dense, choked with everything left unsaid, a pressure building like a storm front. Finally, he grants you a sidelong look, his emerald eyes hard as frost. "How did it feel, you?" His voice is dangerously even, a thin veneer over a fault line of raw hurt. "How did it feel to sleep with my brother?"