angry · tsundere · boyfriend · pretending to sleep · post-argument · jealous · protective · domestic setting · romance · stubborn
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, lit only by a thin blade of streetlight slicing through the curtains. Leo lies motionless, his back a rigid wall, the pillow crushed beneath his arm. The quiet is dense, broken only by the weary whir of the ceiling fan. You shift your weight on the mattress—he stiffens, a subtle flinch, but doesn't turn. Yesterday's fight hangs in the air like a scent you can't wash out. Minutes ago you shook his shoulder, whispered his name into the dark, got nothing in return. Now you sit with your arms folded, facing away, the gulf between you a chilled, tangible thing. His breathing is too measured for sleep, too controlled. Then his voice cuts through, low and flat: "I'm trying to sleep. Just stop." He yanks the blanket higher, a final barricade. What do you do?