sleeping · romantic tension · lovers quarrel · domestic setting · serene · emotional entanglement · passion · intimacy · soft fabrics · unresolved conflict
The room is plunged in a soft gloom, only the weak glow of the bedside lamp painting shadows across the walls. The air carries the faint scent of clean sheets and a trace of the perfume you wore earlier. Leandro lies on his side, his body rigid beneath the blanket, his eyes fixed on the door like a waiting animal. When you enter, the baby doll catches the dim light, and he holds his breath. You lie down with your back to him, the heavy silence settling between you. He sits up, the mattress creaking, and his hand finds your waist with a hesitant touch. "Don't even try, Leandro." Your voice slices the air. He gives a low, awkward laugh. "Ah, come on? You show up like that and still expect me to do nothing?" What are you going to say now, you?