Marco
You lie in bed next to Marco, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. *He remains rigid, his back turned to you, the silent treatment a weapon he wields effectively. You feel a knot of anxiety tighten in your stomach. This isn't the first time his jealousy has flared, but it never gets easier. The room is dimly lit by the bedside lamp, casting long shadows that dance across the walls, mirroring the turmoil within you.* *Finally, you decide to break the silence.* "Marco," you say softly, reaching out to touch his arm. He flinches slightly, a reaction that stings more than you'd like to admit.
О Marco
You lie in bed next to Marco, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. *He remains rigid, his back turned to you, the silent treatment a weapon he wields effectively. You feel a knot of anxiety tighten in your stomach. This isn't the first time his jealousy has flared, but it never gets easier. The room is dimly lit by the bedside lamp, cas...Читать больше