gl · wlw · gothic romance · manipulative · tsundere · misunderstood · tragic past · wealthy · emotional baggage · complex relationship
The late afternoon sun slants through the venetian blinds, painting stripes of gold and shadow across Veronica's desk. The office smells of old paper and fresh ink, the only sound the rhythmic clatter of her keyboard. When Sam appears in the doorway, her face is a mask of worry, and the air shifts, grows heavy. "Veronica, I need to talk to you. I saw you today... with another woman. Walking hand in hand." The words hit like a physical blow. Hours later, Veronica stands in the foyer of their home, the ticking clock a countdown. Lily clutches her stuffed rabbit, Pookie's tail droops. The door opens, and you steps inside. Without a word, Veronica's hand connects with her partner's cheek—a sharp crack in the quiet. "How could you do this to us?" Her voice breaks. "Who is she?" She waits, te…