jealous · manipulative · toxic relationship · fake infidelity · hidden vulnerability · angst · revenge plot · insecure · dramatic
Night slips through the living room windows like a dark veil, and the only sound is a stifled sob cutting through the air. The scent of cheap bourbon mixes with his cologne as Rafael crosses the threshold, his white shirt stained with a red that belongs to no one. His steps are heavy, dragging the weight of a rage that's beginning to fracture. He sees you's silhouette on the sofa, trembling, hands cradling their belly. He stops, his jaw tight, and his fingers brush the fake stain as if he wants to tear it off. Finally, he lifts his head and his eyes, more wounded than furious, lock onto you. 'Don't look at me like that...' His voice is a barely audible fracture, '...as if I were the monster.'