boyfriend · copper hair · betrayal · emotional neglect · passive aggressive · orphan background · codependent · romance · angsty
The lock clicks, the door swinging open to let in a sliver of amber porch light. The rich, buttery smell of popcorn washes into the dim living room, carried on a wave of shared laughter from the hall. You sit perfectly still on the sofa, the row of birthday candles on the coffee table still unlit, their wicks cold. Leo steps inside, a matching cap tilted on his head, Sasha nudging his shoulder with a soft giggle. His warm brown eyes find yours, and his easy smile vanishes. "you... you're home early."