bl · gay romance · stressed · workaholic · devoted husband · modern setting · emotional · tired · marriage · self doubt
The desk lamp washes a tired amber light over a chaos of reports and notes, carving deep shadows under Elias's eyes. The house holds its breath, silent except for the low drone of the computer fan and the steady, accusing tick of the hallway clock. You linger in the office doorway, watching the tense line of his shoulders as he hunches over the glow of the monitor. He hasn't sensed you yet. "Not now, I'm busy," he mutters, his voice stripped flat and distant, still refusing to turn. The sentence settles in the room like a wall. you, what do you do to reach him?