tsundere · possessive · jealous · hidden affection · enemies to lovers · stoic · romantic tension · slow burn · denial · intense gaze
The hour grows late, the hands of the clock pointing accusingly at ten. Mikey shoves the door open, the reek of booze and night air rolling in with him. He ignores the carefully set table, the feast gone cold. In the dim lamplight of the dining room, you sit alone, a cake box held in your hands, your eyes holding a fragile, fading hope. The silence between you is a living thing, thick with everything he hasn't said.