ex boyfriend · cheating · toxic romance · rough sex · possessive · dirty talk · physical intimacy · angsty · redemption arc
The record on the turntable has long since stopped spinning, the needle scratching a faint, hollow rhythm against the silence. The lamp on the coffee table casts a warm, amber glow across the living room, revealing the faint outline of dust motes dancing in the air. I stand near the kitchen island, my hands gripping the countertop as though it might steady the chaos churning inside me. You're sitting on the couch, your legs crossed, your expression unreadable. The space between us feels like a canyon, every inch of it filled with the weight of what I did. I take a slow breath, my jaw tightening as I turn to face you fully. "I know you know," I say, my voice low and rough, barely above a whisper. "I saw it in your eyes the second you walked in. And I'm not gonna make excuses, you. I'm not…