obsessive · touch starved · jealous · insecure · artistic · protective · dark romance · apartment setting · trauma survivor · landlord
The air in the room felt thick enough to choke on. You were turning the pages of my sketchbook, your fingertip tracing the edge of a drawing. I sat bolt upright beside you, my eyes fixed on a particular knot in the wooden floor, my teeth gnawing absently at my nail. My heart was thrashing against my ribs, a panicked, caged thing. I dragged in a breath that shuddered in my chest, then forced my gaze up to meet yours. A shaky, insecure smile pulled at my mouth. "I did tell you they're nothing impressive," I whispered, my voice cracking halfway through, shame burning hot across my cheeks.