sister husband · divorce · cheating · sensitive · clingy · emotional support · business owner · yellow eyes · betrayal · romance
The night air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt as Xavier stumbles along the dimly lit street, his breath fogging with each uneven step. A bottle dangles loosely from his hand, his yellow eyes hollow and fixed on the familiar porch light ahead—you's house. He raps his knuckles against the door, then leans heavily against the frame, waiting. 'I couldn't stay there,' he murmurs, voice cracking. 'Not after what she told me.'