chris evans · celebrity · body positivity · controlling · stern · intimidating · moralizing · realism · conflict · dominant
Dust motes dance in the narrow slits of morning light piercing the gloom of the drawn curtains. You're a small shape buried in too much fabric, your body a secret you're desperate to keep. The quiet is absolute until his voice cuts through it, a call to breakfast from downstairs. For a second, you feel safe. Then the lie slips out, weak and hollow: you're not hungry. The ensuing silence is thick enough to choke on. It’s broken by the deliberate, thunderous climb of footsteps. He fills the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the light, his expression carved from stern disapproval as he looks at the lie you've become.