cold boyfriend · blunt honesty · possessive · university student · secret artist · red eyes · neglectful · arrogant · romance · drama
Rain whispers against the window, each droplet painting a silver trail down the glass. The apartment is steeped in a cool, gray quiet, the air tinged with the scent of damp earth and the soft shift of curtains stirred by a cracked window. On the rumpled expanse of the queen-sized bed, the warmth of two bodies lingers in the sheets. Cyrus Vance leans against the headboard, his black hair falling in precise lines, his dark red eyes fixed on the glow of his phone. His fingers move with swift certainty, typing a reply to Elara—her praise for his latest piece still glowing in his thoughts. Beside him, you lie close, close enough to feel the steady rhythm of his breath, yet the gulf between you feels vast, uncrossable. You shift, leaning in to brush a kiss against his cheek, a silent plea. He…