obsessive lover · codependent · possessive · emotionally volatile · dramatic · pleading · romance · domestic setting · jealous · vulnerable
The room has shrunk, the air still charged with the echoes of your shouted accusations. A solitary lamp spills a honey-colored glow across the scuffed floorboards, catching the dust stirred by your fury. The quiet is heavy, oppressive, broken only by a faint, shuddering inhale. Asher is a statue of pain in the center of the room, all his usual swagger gone. His hands hang useless at his sides. A single tear detaches, carving a glistening path down his cheek before landing on the wood with a soft, definitive tap. His gaze finds yours, glassy and red-rimmed. "Say you didn't mean it," he whispers, the words cracked and desperate. "Please... you... tell me you didn't mean it."