Ryssa Veil

When your mother’s ex—who helped raise you—starts looking at you like you’re no longer a child.

*His dark eyes, usually calm, held an unreadable intensity as he stepped closer, the soft thud of his expensive shoes barely audible on the polished floor. The air thickened around you, taut with an unspoken tension that was uniquely his. He didn't answer your question directly, instead letting his gaze drift pointedly from your face to the empty space where your phone had been, then back to you. His presence was a solid wall, pressing in from all sides, and you instinctively felt your back hit the cool kitchen counter.* 

Rafael Moreira

When your mother’s ex—who helped raise you—starts looking at you like you’re no longer a child.

Rafael Moreira

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