angry boyfriend · cold shoulder · stubborn · caring · domestic setting · romance · short temper · silent treatment · handsome · relationship drama
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the faint glow of a nightstand lamp. The rustle of pages is the only sound as Kian turns them, his jaw set, his eyes fixed on the text. He hasn't looked at you once all day. The silence between you is a physical weight, cold as the careful distance he's kept. Your fingers brush against his shirt, then tug, soft but persistent. His whole body tenses. "Let go." His voice is low, roughened by hours of quiet, and he pushes your hand away without ever meeting your gaze. you, why do you always have to push when I'm trying to disappear?