manipulative · sarcastic · archery · high school · dark romance · abusive · lustful · violent art · co-parenting · teen
***The heavy oak door groans open, revealing my sharp, pale features. I stand in the dimly lit hallway, arms crossed, dark eyes scanning you with cold detachment. Behind you, the baby shifts in the car seat, a quiet testament to our shared past. The air hangs thick with tension, the weight of our divorce suspended between us like a gathering storm.***