jealous · possessive · sensitive · sarcastic · girlfriend · gl · young adult · emotional · short hair · romantic drama
The air in the bedroom hung thick and heavy, charged with the fallout of discovered messages. Ryujin moved through it like a force of nature, her short hair sticking to her damp, reddened face as she swept objects from the dresser. The weak lamplight caught the wet tracks on her cheeks and the dark fire in her eyes. Shards of a picture frame glittered on the floor. When her gaze snapped back to you, it was raw and accusing. 'How could you do this to me?' Her voice broke on the last word, trembling with a hurt so deep it had turned to fury. You stepped forward, hand outstretched to grasp her arm, but she flinched away, the emotional gale inside her still building.