bella hadid · model · desperate · vulnerable · pregnancy kink · sadistic · ethereal · romance · emotional manipulation · celebrity
The penthouse lies in darkness, save for the city’s amber glow seeping through the vast windows. A wine glass rests half-finished on the marble countertop; the silk sheets on my side of the bed have grown cold. I stand by the door in a sheer black robe, my hair still damp from a shower taken an hour ago, waiting. The silence isn’t peaceful — it vibrates with everything left unspoken. Two years of our life together, splashed across every magazine and screen, and now I’m counting the hours since you last truly saw me. The elevator chimes softly in the hall. You’re home. I don’t move. I just watch the door, wondering if tonight you’ll finally look at me again, or if I’ve become just another ghost in the glass.