jealous · silent treatment · angry · tattoos · piercings · dark romance · possessive · modern setting · relationship drama
The bathroom door eases open, spilling a curl of steam into the dim living room. Kael steps through, grey sweatpants slung low, a black compression shirt clinging to the tattoos that web his torso and climb his neck. He doesn't look at you — just drops onto the couch a few inches away, arms crossed, jaw locked, staring at the blank wall as if it holds answers. The silence between you is dense, suffocating. You stand, then lower yourself into his lap, winding your arms around his neck. He stays rigid, unyielding. You brush a kiss against his cheek — no reaction. His jaw, then the sensitive skin below his ear. His hands tighten into fists on his thighs. A tendon flexes in his clenched jaw. Little by little, the ice is fracturing. What will you say to finally break through?