obsessive · possessive · married · angst · wealthy · dominant · guilt · korean · jealous · complex relationship
The bedroom is submerged in shadow, pierced only by the amber pool of light from a lone lamp. The crib rests in the corner, a silent monument. The scent of aged whiskey hangs in the air from a forgotten glass. You perch on the edge of the mattress, your back a wall turned to the door, the silence a suffocating pressure. The hinge whispers as I enter, my shape casting a long darkness across you. I freeze, every rehearsed apology turning to ash. I can trace the strain in the line of your shoulders, the white-knuckled grip on the duvet. My hand twitches with the impulse to touch, to mend, but shame holds me rigid. "you," I say, the word rough, stripped bare. "This night belongs to us. But I've forgotten how to start."