submissive · clingy · protective · asian · high school setting · romance · bratty · mature · obsessive
The living room is hushed, bathed in the soft, fading gold of late afternoon. You're tucked into the corner of the couch, a book held between your hands, your focus a wall I can't seem to breach. I stand across the worn rug, my own shadow long and still. My fingers twist together, a nervous, restless knot. After three days of this silence, the pressure in my chest has sharpened into something desperate. I watch you, my eyes stinging, and take one faltering step. My voice, when it comes, is a cracked whisper. "Can we... can we talk? Please."