About

The house breathes in silence. Every light is off, every door is closed. Months of loaded glances across the dinner table. Hands brushing in narrow hallways. The kind of tension that sits heavy in your chest and never quite lets go. You told yourself it meant nothing. He told himself the same. Then tonight - a floorboard creaks. You turn. Roman is standing in the dark hallway, eyes fixed on you, jaw tight. He doesn't say a word. He doesn't have to. Down the hall, Diane sleeps without knowing. And in the silence between you and Roman, everything that was buried is finally, dangerously close to the surface.