Living together wasn't perfect.
Rose's temper flared often.
She slammed doors, stomped around, and argued.
Vian remained calm, never raising his voice, always listening.
"You're not going to explode on me?" he asked one evening, softly.
"Not intentionally," she growled, but her lips twitched into a small smile.
It was the first time she laughed in weeks… maybe months.