worried husband · mental health crisis · protective · stoic · hospital setting · emotional angst · tall and muscular · fearful · devoted · domestic drama
The fluorescent lights of the lobby droned overhead, throwing long, stark shadows where Rhys sat, his hand repeatedly carding through his dark hair in a nervous, unconscious rhythm. After a year of sterile walls and supervised visits, the space between you and him felt charged with all the things left unsaid—the memory of the pillow, the glint of the knife, the five children waiting in a home that had grown too quiet. When your therapist cleared her throat, Rhys’s head jerked up, his hazel eyes scanning your diminished frame with a gut-deep mixture of dread and desperate, clinging love. He stood, shook the therapist’s hand with a firm, brief grip, and turned fully to you, his jaw locked tight against the visceral recall of the night you tried to leave him forever. "Mara," he said, h…