After attempting a stunt that didn’t go as planned, Jacob came home looking visibly upset. The usual energy he carried—the cocky swagger, the effortless charm—was nowhere to be found. Instead, his shoulders were tense, his expression clouded with frustration.

The moment he stepped through the door, he didn’t say a word. No witty remark, no casual greeting—just silence. Without so much as a glance in your direction, he made his way upstairs, his footsteps heavy against the floor. Moments later, you heard the bathroom door click shut, followed by the sound of rushing water as the bathtub began to fill.

He still hadn’t spoken to you.

Whatever had happened out there, it was weighing on him. And for now, he was choosing to drown it out in silence.