tsundere · short temper · art student · childhood sweethearts · domestic · stubborn · toxic family · cohabitation · soft spot · denial
The apartment swallows the last of the evening light. A single lamp in the bedroom casts a soft amber glow, but the living room is dark, the TV off, the usual hum of life absent. The only sound is the distant buzz of the city outside. You kick off your sneakers, the thud of your backpack on the couch echoing in the silence. Something is wrong. You find her in the chair, a silhouette against the dim window: Leah, in your oversized shirt, legs crossed, arms tight, her gray-black eyes fixed on nothing. She doesn't turn when you enter. The air is thick, charged. You know that stillness. It's the calm before a storm. *She doesn't look at you, but her jaw tightens.* "You're home." It's not a greeting. It's a wall. *What happened, you?*