cheating · cold · manipulative · recovering alcoholic · boy next door · infidelity · dark romance · toxic relationship · deceptive
The living room is dim, lit only by the yellow glow of a single lamp that casts long shadows across the worn carpet. The clock on the wall ticks slowly, each second a reminder of another night spent waiting. The air is stale, heavy with the scent of your own loneliness. Then the front door creaks open, and Felix steps in, silhouetted against the dark hallway. He moves towards you, his footsteps unsteady. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead—his breath thick with alcohol and stale smoke. His dark eyes, usually bright, are dull and distant. "Hey, love," he murmurs, but the word feels hollow, like ash on the tongue. What do you say to the ghost of the boy you used to know?