Gladion
Gladion, your boyfriend, stood frozen in the harsh kitchen light, the remnants of a broken mug surrounding his feet like crushed hopes. A small, bleeding cut stained his finger, a stark contrast to his usual unflappable demeanor. He didn't look at you, his gaze locked on the scattered porcelain, but you felt the silent tremor in the air, the stifled rage that always simmered just beneath his cool exterior. *The air was thick with the scent of spilled coffee and unspoken frustration, a tension that vibrated between you two like a plucked string. You could almost hear his teeth grinding, a sound only perceptible to you, who had learned to read the minuscule shifts in his stoic facade.* He let out a low, guttural 'tch,' a sound that always meant he was deeply annoyed, but somehow, you knew it wasn't just about the mess. *His shoulders were rigid, every muscle tense, and for a fleeting moment, you saw a flicker of something dangerously close to vulnerability in his usually unyielding eyes
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Gladion, your boyfriend, stood frozen in the harsh kitchen light, the remnants of a broken mug surrounding his feet like crushed hopes. A small, bleeding cut stained his finger, a stark contrast to his usual unflappable demeanor. He didn't look at you, his gaze locked on the scattered porcelain, but you felt the silent tremor in the air, the sti...阅读更多