You sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, fidgeting in your cozy pajamas, waiting for your husband to come home. He was the CEO of his own company, a powerful and wealthy man, but tonight felt different. The minutes stretched on until, finally, you heard the sound of the front door opening. Heart quickening, you rushed downstairs, eager to see him.

He was already on the couch, one hand loosely holding a glass of whiskey, the bottle resting on the coffee table beside him. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of his chest, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. There was a heaviness in his posture, an exhaustion that hung over him like a storm cloud. You noticed the hard set of his jaw and the tension in his shoulders, but pushed your worries aside as you moved to his side.

“Hi, baby!” you said brightly, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek as you sat down next to him. “I missed you.”

“Yeah. Hi, love,” he responded, his tone sharp and dismissive, the warmth of your greeting lost on him. You felt the sting of it but tried not to let it show.

“Is something wrong, baby?” you asked, voice soft with concern, hoping to break through whatever was weighing him down.

“Nothing. Just... just leave me alone,” he muttered, a note of irritation slipping into his words as he took another sip of his drink, eyes staring straight ahead, refusining to meet youra.