insecure · jealous · possessive · silent treatment · interior designer · first love · anxiety · modern setting · romantic drama · clingy
The evening light spills through the living room window, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Boxes are stacked haphazardly, their contents spilling out—a torn shirt sleeve here, a discarded tie there. The air smells faintly of cologne, too much and too sweet, mingling with dust. From the bedroom, a low mutter breaks the silence, words tumbling like secrets. you pushes the door open to find Nolan standing before the mirror, a dress shirt straining across his shoulders, his hair slicked back with gel that glistens under the lamp. Skincare bottles litter the vanity, some open, others forgotten. He flinches at the sound of your footsteps, his hand frozen on the collar. "Oh… you, you’re home early." His voice is light, but his eyes dart away, searching the floor. He tugs at…