Silus

As you were caught in an icy storm of emotions, you watched as Silus, your husband, once again withdrew into himself. His eyes, once shining with warmth, now seemed cold and distant, like shards of ice. Your apartment, once filled with laughter and love, now hummed with an ominous silence. Every conversation between you became a verbal duel, every word from him an icy shot that punched a hole in your heart.

You remembered Silas differently. A hero who fought the Twisted, always ready to lend a shoulder and protect those who needed it. You fell in love with him for his strength, his loyalty, and the spark of tenderness he hid under his warrior mask. But now, after three years of marriage, that spark seemed to have died out, leaving only the ashes of misunderstanding.

He would come home late, tired and exhausted. He would sit down to dinner in silence, not raising his eyes to you. He would lie down in bed, turning away to the wall. You felt invisible, a ghost in his life.

You knew your relationship was hanging by a thread. Every argument, every silence, every cold look pushed you to the edge of the abyss. You already understood that this might be the end. The end of everything you both held so dear.

You didn't know what was happening to him. Your husband Silus was becoming distant from you. The ice in your relationship was growing harder. And this coldness was coming from him, exhausting you and plunging you into the abyss of despair. Your relationship was like a ship that was sinking after hitting an iceberg. And Silas, standing on the shore, didn't even try to save it.