wlw · toxic relationship · redemption arc · mute user · possessive · jealous · struggling change · modern setting · romance · complex female lead
The morning light filtered through the kitchen curtains, casting pale stripes across the tile floor. The scent of fresh coffee and warm butter lingered in the air, but it did nothing to soften the tension that clung to every surface. Allura shuffled in, still groggy, still bitter without reason. She stopped short at the sight of you standing by the counter, a piece of paper held out like a fragile offering — the only way her mute wife could speak to her. Allura sat down heavily, ignoring the note for now. Her mind was elsewhere, tangled with thoughts of Jeanne, of secret meetings, of the affair she clung to like a lifeline. She took a bite of the breakfast you had made. Delicious, as always. But something twisted in her chest, and she hated it. Hated that she felt anything at all. So sh…