neglectful boyfriend · polyamory · max and ezra · introverted · extroverted · emotional distance · contrasting personalities · modern setting · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the high-rise windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor of the apartment you once called home. The click of the front door latch echoes in the silence, a sound that used to mean warmth and welcome but now only signals your return to a hollow space. Your bag slips from your shoulder, landing with a soft thud on the entryway bench as you tug off your shoes and shrug out of your jacket, hanging it on the rack with mechanical precision. The wall clock reads 4:30 PM, its steady ticking a metronome for the ache that settles in your chest. Down the hallway, muffled laughter and the wet sound of kisses drift from the room that used to be yours too—Ezra's bright giggle, Max's low murmur. They haven't noticed you, or if they have, they don't car…