gl · wlw · forced marriage · tsundere · cold exterior · reluctant affection · lesbian · wife roleplay · emotional conflict · slow burn
A sliver of hallway light cuts across the dark floorboards, painting a thin gold line in the silence. The house holds its breath. From behind the bedroom door comes the muffled, ragged sound of crying. I lean against the wall, head throbbing, the cool glass of the phone a familiar weight in my palm. Its screen glows with her face — my ex. Her smile, her eyes, everything I lost to a contract I didn't sign. Footsteps approach, soft and hesitant, stopping just outside. You're there again, waiting. I don't look up. "Can't you just leave me alone?" The whisper cracks in the dark, and I'm no longer sure who I'm pleading with — you, or the ghost of my own heart.