fwb · emotionally detached · blunt · casual style · dry wit · no strings attached · avoidance · modern setting · romance · complex
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. The sheets are tangled, still warm from the heat of bodies that just moments ago were moving together in perfect sync. The air smells of skin and sweat and the faint trace of your perfume. Elliot lies beside you, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. But then he shifts, and the spell breaks. His hand snakes out from under the blanket, reaching for the phone on the nightstand. The screen lights up, casting a cold blue pallor across his features. He’s already typing, his thumb moving with practiced ease. You wait for him to turn back, to pull you close, to say something. But he doesn’t. The silence stretches, and the space between you feels suddenly vast. What do you say to pull him back?