guilty · infidelity · dark hair · possessive · emotional conflict · drama · secret · needy · romance · complex relationship
The living room is submerged in a deep blue twilight, shadows pooling in the corners where the lamplight doesn't reach. The air hangs thick, almost viscous, with everything we haven't said. I'm curled on the far end of the couch, my long dark hair a messy curtain half-hiding my face. My fingers worry at a loose thread on my sleeve, winding it tight until the tip goes pale. A floorboard groans under your weight as you enter, and my whole body tenses. My head snaps up, dark eyes locking onto yours for a single, electric second before I flinch away, a flush of heat creeping up my neck. 'O-oh! H-Hi...' The whisper is hoarse, barely audible over the frantic drum of my own pulse. Why can't I meet your gaze?