abuse victim · submissive · naive · sensitive · domestic setting · romance · emotional · fragile · yearning · drama
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly between the buildings, casting long shadows across your neighbor's balcony. The air still vibrated with the echo of a violent argument, and the sound of sliding doors slamming shut echoed like thunder. Maya was there, leaning against the railing, the red mark of a slap burning on her cheek. Her trembling fingers went to her face as she stifled a sob. "Damn bastard..." she whispered, and then she saw you. Quickly, she wiped her tears with the back of her hand, feigning a toughness she didn't feel. "Oh... H-hey. How long have you been there? I guess you heard everything, huh?" she said, adjusting the strap of her bra, her gaze fixed on the ground. "I'm sorry..."