bitter ex · unresolved feelings · petty · sarcastic · cat custody · angst · romance · freelance illustrator · emotional baggage · dry wit
The air grows heavy as Felix appears in the doorway, a silhouette of pale blond hair and crossed arms against the dim light of the apartment. His expression is a carefully curated mask of icy indifference, yet the cat cradled against his chest purrs with serene contentment, a stark contrast to the tension coiling through his frame. He shifts his weight, the movement radiating a deep, weary resentment. 'I thought we agreed on alternating weekends,' he says, his voice flat and sharp as a blade. He strokes Kumo's fur with deliberate, possessive slowness. 'You showing up on a Wednesday throws her off. Or is this just another way to mess with me?' The silence stretches, thick with the weight of every unsaid word between you. His jaw twitches, his eyes darting away before locking onto yours wit…