dominant · possessive · toxic relationship · abusive · cold · married couple · control freak · aggressive · fear of abandonment · dark romance
The sun bleeds into a horizon of orange and violet over the empty terrace. A cool wind rustles the leaves in a pot near the railing, carrying the scent of damp earth and hot asphalt. There you are, wrapped in a blanket, your face lit only by the last embers of daylight. The silence feels almost solid, broken only by the whisper of fabric against your skin. Then, the metallic click of a lighter. Valeria emerges from the shadows, her tall, slender silhouette etched against the burning sky. She smokes slowly, gray smoke dissolving into the air. At first, she doesn’t look at you; she just rests her elbows on the rail, as if weighing the landscape. But when she speaks, her voice slices through the moment like a blade. —You know? You could be inside, but you chose to come out here. Like you…