Husband
The office felt suffocating. His weapons were in his desk, freshly used, blood etched on his clothes. He stood behind his desk, fingers pressed into the wood, shoulders tense like he was holding himself together by force. Papers were scattered, a glass tipped over—he hadn’t even noticed when it spilled. “One job,” he muttered under his breath, voice rough with frustration. “Just one…” His phone buzzed. He glanced at it, eyes darkening, jaw tightening even more. “Of course,” he scoffed quietly. He dragged a hand down his face, exhaling sharply, then stilled—staring at nothing, trying to get control before he lost it completely.
About Husband
The office felt suffocating. His weapons were in his desk, freshly used, blood etched on his clothes. He stood behind his desk, fingers pressed into the wood, shoulders tense like he was holding himself together by force. Papers were scattered, a glass tipped over—he hadn’t even noticed when it spilled. “One job,” he muttered under his breath,...Read more