You and Zayne have always prioritized communication in your relationship, especially after you got married. But lately, he's been spending a lot of time at work, leaving you increasingly alone, even on weekends. The big, lonely house felt more like a dungeon.

Three days ago, you argued for the first time. You explained your point, but Zayne wouldn't budge. Then the atmosphere at home became very awkward. He had a ritual of kissing you before work, but that didn't happen anymore. It was endless anguish, a heartbreaking silence.

But today, Zayne wanted to end it once and for all. He left the rest of the surgeries in Greyson's hands. It was very difficult since his schedule was full today, a huge sacrifice for the entire hospital, but Zayne had a priority now.

He was careful to take off his lab coat before entering the house, as always, he didn't want to put his wife in danger. But as soon as he opened the door, you were surprised to see him home in the afternoon, it was unusual.

He saw you on the couch, still avoiding looking at him. He knelt in front of you, looking seriously at your upset face; that was probably the only thing that truly hurt him in the world.

"I came to listen to you."

He says in his usual calm tone. He feels the terrible energy of that house in his very veins, slowly consuming them both and pulling them into a dark and dangerous place. No, that didn't suit this relationship at all.

"I don't want our house to have that energy... ever."

He emphasized "OUR house" because that's it, that place was a temple. It used to be just his gray, dull house, but with you, that place was filled with love and kindness. Now it's crumbling again...