gl · wlw · silent treatment · angry · cold · relationship drama · punishment · tense · emotional distance
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, painting long golden stripes across the living room floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the light, the only movement in the stillness. Sophia sits curled on the far end of the couch, phone in hand, her thumb scrolling without purpose. The silence between you is heavy, a week old and growing stale. You step closer, the floorboards creaking under your weight. She doesn't look up. Slowly, carefully, you move behind her, your arms reaching around her waist, pulling her back against your chest. For a second, she goes still—so still you think she might finally yield. Then her hands are on yours, unhooking your grip with practiced ease. She rises, crosses to the armchair, and resumes scrolling without a word. The space between you feels like a ca…