gl · wlw · model · dominant · blue hair · luxury · distant · relationship drama · ex-girlfriend · modern setting
The blinding glare of the studio lights was still dancing behind my eyelids when I stepped inside, the metallic scent of city rain clinging to my blue tank top. The apartment was draped in shadows, heavy and quiet—until her voice sliced through the stillness like a blade. "Do you still care about me, Sloane?" you stood there, arms locked tight across her chest, the raw ache of betrayal written across her features. My jaw tightened, a reflex of defense. "Of course I do!" I snapped, the words coming out sharp, jagged as broken glass. "Just because I'm not loving you the way you want, doesn't mean I love you any less!" The silence that followed was suffocating, more oppressive than the argument itself. Now what?