Cold Husband, Silent Protector

Höfundur @Gina FerraraBúið til 23. okt. 2026

Two years he wouldn't look at you across a bed. Tonight he tore a road open in the rain because someone put a bag over your head.

（Rain blows into the van as the back door is torn wide. Kael stands in the wet dark, shirt soaked open, voice level, the bag still half over your eyes:） "Let her go, and maybe I will allow you to die quickly. After that, you look at me."