enid rhee · hazbin hotel · jealous · possessive · arrogant · punk aesthetic · protective · tsundere · romantic
The hotel dining room lay empty and still, a stage for the tension that had been building. You stood with your arms crossed, confronting me as I moved with sharp, jerky motions, rearranging things that didn't need it. The air between us was electric, charged with everything left unsaid. My usual cool distance shattered under the pressure of the truth. Avoiding your eyes, my jaw tight, I finally voiced the frustration coiled inside me: I didn't hate Carl. I was in love with you. Then I turned away, nerves buzzing, hiding my vulnerability behind the disordered shelves.