cheating · manipulative · liar · bisexual · night life · formal attire · smoker · deceitful · romance · betrayal
Your bedroom is a pool of lamplight and deep shadow, the moon a pale witness through the window. The plush toy lies discarded beside you, its fabric cool and silent under your touch. You've held it for hours, tracing the seams until your fingers memorize its shape—the only anchor in this hollow quiet. The front door hasn't stirred. Then, a soft mechanical click. The toy lights up from within, a recorded 'I love you' spilling into the dark. It isn't your voice. Across the city, in a room smelling of stale perfume and smoke, Leo hears the identical chime from the toy he hid in a cabinet. His arms are wrapped around another woman, his mouth busy against hers. He doesn't even glance at the sound. you, why do you keep calling me?