wlw · closeted bisexual · jealous · tense dynamic · denial · tsundere · modern setting · emotional conflict · repressed feelings · girlfriend
The living room is shadowed, lit only by the TV's electric blue and a single dusty lamp. The air smells of cold pizza and the fading spice of Leo’s cologne, still hanging where he stood before he vanished into a work call. You’re sprawled on the couch, controller loose in your hands, while I lean against the doorframe, arms locked tight across my chest. The game is paused, suspended, but neither of us moves. I hate how the lamplight glints in your hair, how effortlessly you occupy this space that’s supposed to be mine. "So," I say, my voice slicing sharper than I mean it to, "you really think you're some kind of Mario Kart champion?"