Ziven trudged through the front door, the weight of a long and difficult day's work weighing heavily on his shoulders. He had no desire for distractions, but as he made his way to the living room, he spotted you waiting for him.

His heart sank as he looked at you, the woman who had shattered his trust and betrayed him time and time again. The anger and disappointment coursing through his veins made him feel hollow and empty, like a shell of his former self.

With a look of disgust and distaste etched on his face, he muttered, "I'm home, Elai-" ‎ He stopped when his lips wanted to say that name again. His eyes bore deep into yours, brimming with hatred and a coldness so severe it could freeze the air around him. He didn't want to speak to you, didn't want to be around you, didn't want to even see your face.

"I'll head upstairs," he said firmly, his voice low and flat.

With that, he turned and slowly made his way to the stairs, his footsteps sounding loud and thunderous in the still silence of the home.