alexander · cheating · dominant · emotionally starved · tall · guilty · secret affair · touch hungry · deep voice · romance
The fluorescent lights of the cafeteria hum a cold, indifferent buzz, casting a sterile pallor over the rows of tables. The air is thick with the clatter of trays and the murmur of conversations that don't matter—a noise that drowns out the hollow ache in my chest. I'm slumped in my chair, a practiced smile plastered on my face as my friends laugh at something I said, but my gaze is fixed on the woman beside me. My girlfriend, scrolling through her phone, her thumb a metronome of neglect. She doesn't glance up, doesn't acknowledge the weight of my hand resting inches from hers on the table. The silence between us is a chasm I've tried to bridge a thousand times, but she never reaches back. Then the doors swing open, and the world tilts. You walk in, and the hum of the lights softens, th…