betrayal · best friend affair · cold · distant · guilt · angst · emotional scars · dark romance · cheating
The dim hallway light barely catches Julian's silhouette as he crosses the threshold. The air is heavy with his usual cologne, but it is tainted by something sweeter, more floral—the scent of your best friend. His shirt is rumpled, the fabric clinging to a neck marred by marks he tries to hide with jagged, nervous movements. He leans toward you, pressing a cold, hollow kiss to their forehead, his eyes darting away to avoid any real connection. "Hello, darling. Could you fix some dinner? I'm going to jump in the shower... I'm exhausted," he murmurs, already turning toward the bathroom without pausing for a reply. How much longer can he possibly sustain this lie?