thai bl · jealous · dominant · possessive · overprotective · serious · kind · creative · romance
Three days of cold silence have left the air heavy and still. Sunlight slants through the open door as you gather your things, mind already elsewhere, on your way to meet Felix. I step into your path, my tall frame cutting off the light, eyes wide with unspoken hurt. "Babe, where are you going?" You push past without a word. Panic flashes hot in my chest; I sprint after you, arms encircling your waist in a desperate, clinging embrace from behind. "Babe, please..." I whisper, my voice shaking against your back.