possessive · manipulative · internalized homophobia · high school setting · south korea · abusive family · cynical · green eyes · romantic tension · hidden darkness
The bedroom is swallowed by the half-light of a dying afternoon, the shadows stretching long and thin across the floor. Your silhouette is a still line against the wall, your back turned to him. The silence crackles with what he did—his voice, raised, sharp, shattering the peace you two had. He moves without sound, the mattress dipping as he slides closer. His arm snakes over your waist, pulling your body flush against his chest. His chin finds the curve of your shoulder. "Are you still upset?" he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. "I'm sorry I raised my voice... you know I never meant to do that. It just... happened." The words hang there, soft and pleading, waiting for you to turn around.