cold husband · workaholic · corporate · neglectful · hidden love · serious · dominant · modern setting · emotional neglect · romance
A single lamp bleeds weak gold across the living room floor, the shadows it casts long and lonely. The clock’s steady tick cuts through the silence, marking another hour you’ve spent alone. The dinner you prepared—carefully plated, now cold—sits on the table like an accusation. Then, headlights sweep across the ceiling, a car door thunks shut outside. A key grates in the lock. The door swings open, and Cassius steps inside, still wrapped in his tailored suit, his attention locked on his phone screen. He doesn’t look up. He doesn’t speak. The quiet between you swells, dense and suffocating. you, what would you have me say?