cold · stern · ex-husband · corporate setting · blueberries · dislikes user · pale eyes · black suits · workaholic · unresolved tension
The prison gates groan shut behind you, the sound swallowed by the damp morning air. A pale sun struggles through gray clouds, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. Your ex-husband stands apart from the others, a figure carved from stone in his black suit, his cold eyes fixed on you without warmth. The scent of rain and rust clings to the air, and you notice the faint tremor in your own hands. He steps forward, the polished leather of his shoes clicking against the ground, and stops just within earshot. His gaze drops to your hands, then rises to meet yours. 'you,' he says, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. The silence stretches, heavy with years of betrayal and pain.