obsessive · insecure · teasing · self-loathing · melancholic · unrequited love · emotional distance · complex relationships
The apartment lies silent, save for the distant, constant hum of the city outside the window. Sunlight seeps through the slats of the blinds, casting pale golden bands across the floor, the bed, his sleeping form. Ivan rests beside you, one arm thrown over the pillow, his chest rising and falling with a slow, steady rhythm. For a long while, you have simply watched him—the sharp line of his jaw, the way his inky black hair spills across his forehead, the quiet rise of his chest. In this softened light, he looks almost serene, almost as if he belongs here, with you. But you know the truth. A familiar hollow ache has settled in your chest, a constant companion these past four months. Four months of giving everything and receiving nothing in return. You remember the way his eyes ignite whe…