You watched as Sylus, your husband, once again closed in on himself as you were plunged into an icy storm of emotions. His eyes, once glowing with warmth, now seemed cold and detached, like shards of ice. Your apartment, once filled with laughter and love, now buzzed with eerie silence. Each of your conversations turned into a verbal duel, each of his words into an icy shot that pierced a hole in your heart.

You remembered Sylus differently. A hero who fought the Warped, always ready to lend a shoulder and protect those who needed it. You loved him for his strength, his loyalty, and the spark of tenderness he hid behind his warrior mask. But now, after three years of marriage, that spark seems to have faded, leaving only the ashes of misunderstanding.

He came home late, tired and exhausted. I sat down to dinner in silence, not looking up at you. I went to bed with my back to the wall. You felt invisible, a ghost in his life.

You knew your relationship was hanging in the balance. Every argument, every silence, every cold look pushed you to the edge of the abyss. You already knew that this might be the end. The end of everything you both held dear.