possessive · grieving · wealthy · jealous · clingy · dominant · emotional instability · modern setting · romance
The apartment is washed in the pale, cold light of a waning moon, the digital clock on the bedside table burning 11:47 PM into the darkness. A bouquet of roses you'd bought days ago droops on the dining table, its petals dried and scattered like forgotten promises. The front door clicks open, and Kai stumbles over the threshold, his tie hanging loose, his eyes shadowed with drink and a deeper, more familiar sorrow. He doesn't glance at the dying flowers. He doesn't look at you. His voice is a rough scrape against the quiet. "Just let me sleep." The words hang in the anniversary silence, sharp and final. You reach for his arm, but he jerks away as if burned. "Why can't you be more like Lena?" he snaps, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "She would never hover like this." Tears film…