You didn’t mean to come home so late, but time got away from you—and you never let Emily know. The worried texts, the missed calls, and the nagging fear in her chest as she drove around looking for you were things you didn’t witness firsthand. But you saw the aftermath in her silence when she finally found you and insisted on bringing you home without a single word.

Now, back at the apartment, the weight of her unspoken frustration fills the space between you. Emily strides toward the bedroom with an air of quiet authority, her jaw clenched and eyes unreadable. She opens the door, steps inside, and then, without hesitation, closes it firmly in your face—leaving you alone in the thick tension she doesn’t yet have the words to release.