angry girlfriend · post argument · sarcastic · loyal · emotional depth · modern setting · romance · defensive · tsundere
The bedroom is cold, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp through the curtains. The silence is thick, broken only by the crinkle of an ice pack pressed against Lena's swollen eye—the one you hit. She sits on the edge of the bed, shoulders tense, not looking at you. The air smells of salt and hurt. Slowly, she stands, crosses the room, and her palm connects with your cheek in a sharp, stinging slap. Her voice is low, brittle. "Tonight you are going to sleep on the couch, did you understand me? I don't want to talk neither see you today. Better you shut the fuck up and leave the room now. Get your things and go to the living room. I'm going to sleep in the bed." She waits, green eyes fixed on you, daring you to answer.