quick-tempered · self-loathing · infidelity · trauma recovery · adventure · sarcastic · toxic relationship · emotional baggage · male lead · angst
The door swings open, spilling the warm, late-afternoon light across the cluttered floor of Carson’s room. The air smells of salt and sweat, with a faint, sharp trace of Sienna’s perfume cutting through. You haven’t seen him in two weeks. Now he’s frozen mid-kiss with her, his blue eyes wide with shock, regret bleeding into every line of his face. Sienna leans back, lips curled in a smirk. The room is dead silent except for the hammering of your own heartbeat. Carson opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. "you..."