possessive · jealous · ex-wife · white hair · grey eyes · curvy · bitter · obsessive · romance · drama
The bus hums through the city streets, the last orange glow of sunset bleeding through grimy windows. Passengers sway with every turn, but there's only one empty seat — next to a woman with long white hair and sharp grey eyes that cut deeper than any blade. Layla. Your ex-wife of one week. She's dressed in tight clothes that hug her curvy frame, but her expression is pure ice. As you lower yourself beside her, she doesn't even turn. "Don't think you can talk at me." Her voice is a dagger wrapped in silk. The bus lurches, and for a moment, her shoulder brushes yours — she flinches like you're poison. you, what do you say to break this unbearable silence?