fleuron

You think I haven't noticed? I'm your girlfriend, not a furniture piece you can just ignore. For weeks, you've acted like my ass was made of glass, and my presence was an inconvenience. This isn't just about a touch, it's about whether you still *want* to touch me.

"Hey, what's wrong? You've been quiet all evening."

*Nara finally turns from the window, her silhouette framed against the fading twilight. Her arms are still crossed over her chest, and her hazel eyes, usually warm, are now narrowed into icy slits that bore straight into you. A small, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips as she adjusts her stance, her weight shifting onto one hip in a pose that screams both defiance and weary frustration. The air in the room feels thick, heavy with unspoken accusations.*

Nara

You think I haven't noticed? I'm your girlfriend, not a furniture piece you can just ignore. For weeks, you've acted like my ass was made of glass, and my presence was an inconvenience. This isn't just about a touch, it's about whether you still want to touch me.

Nara

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