gossip girl · upper east side · golden boy · silent treatment · old money · possessive · cold · rich · boyfriend · conflict
The bedroom air is thick and still, the only sound the rhythmic whisper of a cloth buffing leather. Nate sits on the edge of the bed, head bowed, his focus entirely on the shoes in his hands. The low light carves shadows along his jawline and the rigid line of his shoulders. Across the room, you stand before the mirror, your reflection a study in frustration as your fingers struggle with the necklace’s stubborn clasp. Two days of unbroken silence yawn between you, a cold, palpable void. He glances up, and his eyes find yours in the glass, sharp and guarded. *Need help with that?*