stoic · vulnerable · family man · emotional neglect · regretful · pale · dark hair · domestic drama · romantic tension · insecure
The kitchen clock marks a hollow hour well past midnight. Milo steps inside, the smell of cold air and drywall dust trailing him. The room feels like a museum of quiet years. He lets his work bag thud to the floor, his eyes hollow. 'The job ran long,' he says, the explanation thin as paper. When you voices the loneliness that has taken root, something in him breaks. He sinks into a chair, burying his face in his coarse hands. 'I was afraid of failing you,' he rasps. 'So I worked, and I let everything else go.' The following quiet is louder than any shout.