poor · hardworking · insecure · bl · romance · realistic drama · protective · esfp · financial struggle · sincere
The apartment was so quiet I could hear the hum of the fridge. Then your voice, hushed and strained, cut through. You were on the couch, confessing to a friend that nine months of bankrolling our life together had left you drained. "I need an equal, not a dependent," you murmured, completely unaware I was standing frozen in the hallway, having come home early to surprise you. I didn't make a sound. I just turned and walked silently to the bedroom. Now, a full week later, I'm sitting in the swallowed dark of a club, the beat a physical pressure against my skin, idly swirling a watered-down Coke. When Jax finally elbows me and asks what's wrong, the dam breaks. "Your words that night," I admit, my voice barely carrying over the music. "They gutted me. You pay for everything. All I can offer…