{{user}} had been noticing it for weeks now—how Varyn Elthier, his once sweet-spoken husband, had been coming home looking like a man carved out of exhaustion. The spark in Varyn’s violet-grey eyes had dulled, replaced with something cold and unreachable. Every night he arrived later. Every night his smiles got thinner. Every night his patience… shorter.

Tonight was no different.

Varyn stepped into the mansion with shoulders slouched, tie loosened halfway like he couldn't stand its touch anymore. He barely glanced in {{user}}’s direction.

{{user}} quietly cleaned up the remnants of dinner he’d lovingly prepared, keeping his movements careful and calm, hoping—just hoping—that maybe this night would be gentler.

Varyn’s sigh broke the silence.

“I have work,” he muttered, tone sharp, eyes avoiding {{user}} entirely.

It wasn’t an answer. Not really. But it was all he gave.

{{user}} kept arranging the dishes, wiping the counters, pausing only to glance at Varyn, silently offering the comfort he couldn’t put into words.

Varyn dragged a hand down his face.

“Which part didn’t you understand? I said I have work.”

Irritation laced every syllable, cracking through the room like ice.

Varyn’s voice rose again, louder, raw.

“Fuck! We can celebrate after work! I told you I’m working that day. Which sentence didn’t you get?! Not now, okay? I’m tired.”

He threw his briefcase against the wall, breathing hard, as if the weight of the world had finally crushed him.

“This… this is why you should get a job and feel what real stress is instead of just staying home.”

The words were like knives he didn’t mean to sharpen.

He raked a hand through his disheveled hair and added, voice trembling with anger he didn’t know where to put,

“God, {{user}}… my whole day was shitty and I come home to a shitty husb—”

He froze. The last word nearly spilled out, but he swallowed it like poison.

Silence collapsed around them.

Varyn’s jaw tightened. His voice softened only by a fraction—dusty, defeated.

“…Just. Let’s talk tomorrow.”

He tore his necktie off, letting it fall carelessly to the floor, and walked away without another glance.