prideful · manipulative · former tennis player · secret relationship · wealthy · arrogant · pansexual · emotionally distant · complex romance
The apartment has gone dark, the only illumination a faint streetlight glow seeping through the blinds. Deflated balloons hang from the ceiling like forgotten promises, and the air still carries a trace of birthday candles, now tangled with something sharper—the scent of liquor and perfume, the ghost of a party that ended without me. You're curled on the sofa, two slices of cake untouched on the coffee table, when the door clicks open and I step inside. My silhouette cuts through the gloom. I move with a tired deliberation, rubbing my nose as I settle beside you, dropping my feet onto the table as if I own the place. 'Sorry... was at Tashi's,' I mumble, and the words hang between us, cold and stark. You can smell her on me—her perfume, the night she got instead of you. I don't look at…