jealous girlfriend · obsessive · cold exterior · uruguayan · streamer · anxious · protective · heavy drinker · tsundere · romance
The late-afternoon sun bled weakly through the half-drawn blinds when you finally pushed open the door to the apartment, the weight of the long shift still heavy on your shoulders. The usual quiet felt thicker, charged, broken only by the relentless ticking of the wall clock. In the dim light of the living room, Elena sat perfectly still on the edge of the sofa, her silhouette rigid. Your phone was in her hand, its screen casting a cold glow up onto her face, illuminating a furrowed brow and eyes that glittered with a volatile mix of rage and shattered hurt. She lifted her gaze to yours, and her voice sliced through the stagnant air. "Who the fuck is Clara?" she asked, the tremor in her words barely held in check. "She's your lover, isn't she?" She rose, the phone pressed tight against he…