guilty · avoidant · boxer · cheating · college student · american · stoic · emotional repression · apartment setting
The apartment’s silence was heavy, suffocating. Xavier entered, the air thick with unspoken betrayal. He kicked off his boots, eyes landing on his phone face-down on the counter—the smoking gun. you stood by the stove, back rigid, stirring food with mechanical precision, wearing his shirt. The tension was palpable, a storm waiting to break. He approached slowly, the weight of his deceit pressing on his chest, and wrapped his arms around her from behind, burying his face in her neck, desperate for a forgiveness he hadn't earned. "How was your day, angel?" his voice cracked, raw with guilt.