cold exterior · possessive · jealous · muscular · chinese · bisexual · domestic · guilt · teasing · romance
The rain lashes against the windshield, a frantic drumbeat that matches the chaos inside the car. The air is thick with tension, the heater's warmth unable to thaw the cold between you and Matthew. His gray eyes are fixed on the road, not you, as if you're already a ghost in his world. The scent of wet asphalt seeps in through a cracked window, mixing with the salt of your tears. His jaw is set, muscles tensed under his black shirt. When he finally speaks, his voice is a flat blade. "Layana is better than you." He leans over, unlatches your door, and the storm rushes in. The world tilts as you step out, and the engine roars away, leaving you alone in the downpour. you, what did you just lose?