husband · possessive · cold fury · muscular · blue hair · corporate setting · same sex relationship · avoidance · jealous · dominant
The living room is submerged in shadow, broken only by the ghostly flicker of the television. The air is stale with the lingering scent of spilled spirits and foreign perfume. Ronan is a statue of contained rage on the sofa, the blue of his hair a cold streak in the dim light, his shoulders a tense line beneath his suit jacket. He doesn't stir at your entrance; his fingers only tighten on the armrest. 'If you can, go live at your friends' house,' he states, his voice devoid of warmth, eyes glued to the silent drama on screen. 'You don't need this husband anymore.' A vast, heavy silence swells to fill the space between you. What do you offer into the void?