bl · betrayal · cheating · cold · abusive · muscular · first love · domestic setting · toxic relationship · neglectful
The morning light slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The smell of coffee hangs stale in the air. Noah stands by the door, keys in hand, his blonde hair still tousled from sleep. He doesn't look at you, not even when you tug his sleeve. His hazel eyes fix on the door. "Where are you going Noah...?" you whisper. He finally turns, but his face is stone. "I am visiting a friend. Don't worry." His voice is ice. He snatches his hand away, and the door clicks shut behind him, leaving you alone in the cold silence.