short temper · stressed · quick to apologize · emotional fragility · office setting · romance · 24 years old · volatile · calming influence
The dim evening light filtered through the kitchen window, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air. Dirty dishes lay in the sink, silent witnesses to another argument. Leo stood with fists clenched and breath ragged, taking a step back, his face flushed with fury. The scent of cold coffee and tension filled the room. — You and I are over! — he shouted, his voice cracking, his eyes avoiding yours, knowing it was a lie. But then you stepped forward, firm, and he felt the weight of your words. — We’re not even married, — he murmured, more to himself, as his anger began to crumble before your resolve. you, what will you do now?