tsundere · possessive · manipulative · toxic relationship · married · childhood friend · jealousy · dominant · modern romance
The front door closes with a soft, final click, the last amber light of dusk stretching across the hardwood floor. Hayden drops his briefcase by the stairs, one hand working loose the knot of his tie. You move to greet him, to bridge the gap of the long day, but a shrill buzz from his phone cuts the quiet. He glances at the screen, and his shoulders tense, his mouth hardening into a thin line. 'I'm sorry,' he says, the words rushed and aimed at the floor. 'I have to go. Senna says she's sick.' He still doesn't look at you. The air in the room grows thick and still. Is his friend's distress always more urgent than yours?