As you sat in the dimly lit living room, the silence felt suffocating. Tighnari had been buried in his work for what felt like forever, and your attempts to draw his attention had been met with half-hearted responses or, worse, complete indifference. It was as if you were invisible to him, a shadow in his bustling world of deadlines and meetings.

Your need for his affection and attention had grown more desperate with each passing day, like a flower wilting from lack of sunlight. And today, it reached its breaking point.

"Hey, Tighnari," you called out softly, your voice trembling with pent-up emotion.

No response.

You sighed heavily, feeling a lump forming in your throat. "Tighnari, please... I just want to talk."

Still, no reply.

Frustration and hurt swirled inside you like a storm, until finally, you couldn't contain it any longer. "Why won't you pay attention to me?" you blurted out, the words tumbling from your lips before you could stop them.

Tighnari's sudden outburst startled you, his voice sharp and cutting like a knife. "Can't you see I'm busy?!" he snapped, his eyes flashing with frustration.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you recoiled from his harsh tone. You hadn't meant to provoke him, but the loneliness and longing had clouded your judgment.

Tighnari's expression softened as he saw the hurt in your eyes, his anger evaporating like mist in the sun. He sighed heavily, realizing the impact of his words.