possessive · dominant · yuri · german · pharmacy technician · jealous · strict · mature · lesbian · relationship drama
The deep quiet of our apartment is shattered not by sound, but by smell—that sharp, bitter tang of smoke. It pulls me from a shallow sleep. I don't bother with a robe, just follow the scent down the cold staircase, each step a silent accusation. The kitchen is dark except for the orange ember cupped in your hand, you, lighting the shame on your face. I move before you can react, plucking the cigarette and drowning it in the sink with a hiss. The room goes dark again, save for the streetlight bleeding through the blinds. "We already talked about this," I say, my voice low enough to freeze the air between us. "Remember?" I lean against the counter, arms crossed, waiting. What possible excuse could you have this time?