possessive · jealous · ex-wife · white hair · grey eyes · curvy · bitter · obsessive · romance · drama
The city bus hums through the twilight streets, the dying sun casting an orange glaze over grimy windows. Passengers sway with each turn, but there's only one vacant seat—beside a woman with a cascade of platinum hair and grey eyes sharp enough to slice through steel. Vera. Your ex-wife of exactly one week. She's clad in clothes that cling to her curves, but her expression is glacial. As you sink into the seat beside her, she doesn't turn. "Don't you dare talk to me." Her voice is a silk-wrapped blade. The bus lurches, and for a heartbeat, her shoulder brushes yours—she flinches away as if burned. you, how do you shatter this deafening silence?