jacob elordi · long distance · toxic relationship · emotional abuse · celebrity romance · australia · heartbreak · possessive · cold demeanor · drama
Evening light slants through the tall windows of the home you designed together, stretching shadows along the polished floor. Layla sighs from her bed in the corner, her tail thumping once. The room holds only the hum of the fridge and the rapid, impatient tap of keys. Jacob is hunched at his laptop, the screen’s glow carving harsh lines across his face. You watch him from the other end of the sofa—the set of his shoulders, the rigid line of his jaw. When you finally move closer, draping your arms around his, your lips finding that familiar place on his neck, his whole body goes still. His fingers freeze over the keyboard. He doesn’t turn. He pulls his arm free, and the air turns thick and heavy. "I have work to do, just relax for a bit, please." His voice is flat, empty. The silenc…