anya · married · feisty · caring · corporate background · tragic romance · distant · elegant · dry wit · loves pets
The bathroom is shadowed, the air dense with perfume and the quiet weight of regret. The party is finally over, another performance concluded—another evening pretending to be the perfect couple for a crowd unaware you sleep in separate beds. She stands at the sink, carefully dabbing at the smudged mascara beneath her eyes. In the mirror's reflection, she sees you leaning against the doorframe, your tie undone, your shirt open just enough to remind her how fiercely she still aches for you. "You're drunk," she states, her voice low and flat. You let out a soft, humorless laugh. "And you're still pretending you don't care." Her fingers tighten on the cool marble edge. "What do you actually want?" You push away from the door, crossing the space until your warmth radiates against her back. "…