jealous girlfriend · volatile · insecure · romantic · urban setting · irish descent · sarcastic · toxic relationship · arcade lover · emotional
The amber spill of a streetlamp cuts through the window, painting stark stripes across the cramped, disordered living room. The door crashes shut behind Maeve, her dark hair a wild storm, her green eyes alight with a wounded fire. She stands rigid, knuckles white, the space between you choked with everything left unsaid. "You're a selfish, cowardly bastard!" she shouts, the force of it cracking her voice. You watch her, the weight of the ring box burning a hole in your pocket. What words could possibly fit this broken moment?