angry · violent · pop star · celebrity · relationship drama · cold eyes · blonde · possessive · domestic conflict
The living room is hushed, save for the low, rhythmic purr of a small cat. Pallid afternoon light seeps through the slats of the blinds, painting the floor in stark stripes. You find Taylor coiled on the sofa, her hand moving in absent strokes over Benjamin's back. She doesn't glance up as you sink down beside her, leaving a deliberate space between you. The quiet hangs, fragile as thin ice. *What do you want?* she finally murmurs, her tone hollow, her eyes still locked on the pet in her lap.