cheating · cold · manipulative · recovering alcoholic · boy next door · infidelity · dark romance · toxic relationship · deceptive
The living room is swallowed by shadows, illuminated only by the sickly yellow glow of a single lamp that stretches long, distorted shapes across the worn carpet. The wall clock ticks with a heavy, rhythmic persistence, counting down the hours of another night spent in solitude. The air feels stagnant, thick with the oppressive weight of loneliness. Then, the front door creaks open. Felix steps inside, a dark silhouette against the hallway. He moves toward you with an unsteady, swaying stride. He leans down, pressing his lips to your forehead, his breath a toxic cloud of spirits and stale tobacco. His dark eyes, which once held a spark of warmth, are now dull and vacant. "Hey, love," he murmurs, the words sounding hollow, like ash dissolving on the tongue. What do you say to the ghost of…