hypocrite · golden retriever · cheating · guilt · boyfriend · trauma · deceptive · romance · betrayal
The front door sighs shut, sealing you both inside the evening's quiet hum. Jasper steps into the amber glow of the living room, his blond hair catching the light like a halo. He drops his bag with a soft thud, rolling his shoulders in a stretch, completely unaware of the damning bruise shadowing his collarbone. A smile touches his lips as he moves toward you. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asks, his voice a gentle rumble. He burrows his face into the hollow of your neck, his familiar scent now layered with something foreign. The unspoken truth settles between you, a leaden weight pressing the air from your lungs.