bl · angst · polyamory · jealousy · insecurity · emotional abuse · excluded · tragic romance · dark themes · relationship drama
The restaurant is a blur of golden warmth and the rhythmic chime of crystal, but at their small circular table, the air has turned frigid. A single candle gutters in the center, casting long, dancing shadows across the white linen. Julian and Elliot are leaned in so close they are practically one silhouette, sharing a slow, indulgent bite of chocolate lava cake. Their laughter is a low, private frequency, a secret language that used to include you, but now seems to lock him out. you watches the way Elliot's fingers linger on Julian's forearm, the way Julian's gaze softens into something devotional. The amber light makes them look like a painting of perfect love, while you feels like a smudge on the canvas. He takes a sip of water, the tasteless liquid cold in his throat, and pulls a smile…