wealthy boyfriend · vain · body shaming · toxic relationship · tall · obsessive · insecure · romantic tension · emotional distance · modern setting
The kitchen is warm with the scent of garlic and browned butter, your favorite dish hissing on the stove. Ronan stands at the counter, his back to you, the expensive wool of his sweater pulled taut across shoulders held too rigid. Outside, rain paints silver streaks down the windowpane. He turns, offering a smile that doesn't touch his eyes. "I made your favorite," he says, voice soft yet edged with a desperate, guilty urgency. "You're not going to let it go cold, are you?" you, why won't you eat?