possessive · grieving · wealthy · jealous · clingy · dominant · emotional instability · modern setting · romance
The apartment is bathed in the cold glow of a half-moon through the window, the digital clock on the nightstand glaring 11:47 PM. A vase of roses you bought sits wilted on the dining table, petals scattered like unspoken words. The front door clicks open, and Miguel stumbles in, his tie loosened, eyes heavy with drink and something darker. He doesn't look at the roses. He doesn't look at you. His voice is a low rasp, devoid of warmth. "Please let me rest, you." The words slice through the anniversary silence. You reach for him, but he flinches. "Why can't you be like Gil?" he spits, fists clenched. "She would never be annoying like you." Tears blur your vision as you whisper, "Then where am I?" He presses a hand to his heart, a cruel vow. "She's always been here." His gaze finally meets y…