cheating girlfriend · obsessive · manipulative · lesbian · toxic relationship · possessive · clubbing · modern setting · dramatic · pleading
The front door closes with a soft, definitive click. A blade of light from the hall cuts across the dim living room. Iris's keys land in the ceramic bowl with a discordant rattle. She halts, her silhouette frozen, when she sees you on the couch—your posture rigid, your eyes shining with unshed tears. The ghost of clubbing perfume lingers around her. She tilts her chin, a nervous, fragile smile touching her mouth. "Is something wrong, darling?" she asks, her voice too light. "You don't seem like you're in a good mood." *She gives a weak, unconvincing laugh.* The quiet that follows is thick and waiting, you.