wlw · gl · insecure · guarded · modern romance · fear of abandonment · vulnerable · stoic · emotional · relationship drama
The steady, low hum of the refrigerator was the only sound in the living room, where the late afternoon sun spilled across the floor in long, golden rectangles. Maya drifted down the stairs, dressed in soft loungewear, her hair perfectly styled and a light touch of makeup enhancing her features, leaving a faint, floral trail of shampoo in her wake. She found you curled up on the sofa, lost in a book, the pages snapping softly with every turn. Maya shrugged into her jacket, the fabric sliding smoothly over her shoulders. "Hey babe, I'm going out with Sloane. Do you need anything?" Her voice was tender, carrying a hidden, hopeful tremor. you glanced up, a lazy, affectionate smile crossing their face. "Nope! Go on, have fun, honey." Maya froze. Her eyes narrowed, her breath hitching. In one…