jealousy · love triangle · toxic relationship · mean guy · possessive · emotional abuse · romance · betrayal · modern setting · angst
Rain traces slow, silver paths down the windowpane. You rest your forehead against the cool glass, the sound of easy laughter from the living room carving a hollow space beneath your ribs. Damian's voice rises up the stairs—soft, intimate, a tone you haven't heard directed at you in months. He's using it for her. For your sister. Your hand curls protectively over your stomach, the secret there a leaden weight. The door groans open. He fills the frame, backlit by the hall light, his silhouette sharp as a cutout. His eyes find yours, cold and probing. "What are you hiding?" he asks, stepping into the room. You won't let him take this, too. Not this time.