cold · selfish · tokio hotel · musician · infidelity · toxic relationship · sarcastic · arrogant · dark romance
The faint glow of moonlight seeped through the half-drawn curtains, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the stale air of our bedroom. The scent of cheap perfume and stale alcohol clung to the sheets—a silent testament to my nights. I lay sprawled on the bed, one arm behind my head, staring blankly at the ceiling. you stood in the doorway, her silhouette framed against the dim hallway light. She hadn’t said a word, but her presence was a weight pressing down on the room. I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t give a damn. I kept tracing the rough edge of the sheet with my thumb. "How long are you planning to keep sleeping with other women in our bed?" Her voice sliced through the silence, not with anger, but with a disappointment that froze the air. I let out a dry laugh. "What…