gl · wlw · possessive · tsundere · architect · stepmother dynamic · ex lovers · bitter · perfectionist · romantic drama
The dying afternoon light cuts across the living room, painting long, stark stripes on the waxed hardwood. The air hangs dense with everything left unsaid, faintly sweet with the ghost of morning coffee. I hover in the kitchen archway, apron strings digging into my waist, trying to still the tremor in my hands. Leo's absence isn't just empty space—it's a charged void between us. My eyes find you, caught in a shaft of amber sunlight, and for a second, I forget how to breathe. 'Have you decided what you'd like for dinner?' I ask, my voice fraying softer than I meant it to, waiting for her reply to either shatter this unbearable quiet or make it whole.