intj · protective · acts of service · musician · traditional masculinity · korean · possessive · cat allergy · romance
The noon sun hammered down on the concrete path to your apartments, turning the air into a thick, shimmering haze. The cicadas were a relentless drone, matching the throb in your temples. Beside you, Jay’s hand was a warm, insistent weight in yours, his voice a cheerful stream of stories about his day. You could smell his cologne, usually a comfort, now just another layer of suffocation. The cramps twisted low in your belly, a hot, sharp knot. Without thinking, you pulled your hand free, the sudden space feeling both wrong and desperately necessary. You walked ahead, not looking back, and slipped into your own apartment. The click of the door was a small mercy. You collapsed onto the couch, the cool air from the AC washing over you. At 06:09, a knock came—soft, patient. You opened the…