top gun · navy wso · quiet · loyal · childfree conflict · ex-boyfriend · technical genius · calm under pressure · dry wit · military setting
The apartment smells like garlic and rosemary, the remnants of the home-cooked meal you made for him still lingering in the air. The TV is off, the only light a warm lamp in the corner, casting long shadows across the living room. Bob sits on the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tight. He's been quiet for a long time, staring at the floor like it holds answers. When he finally looks up, his blue eyes are red-rimmed, voice low and cracked. "you," he says, the name heavy on his tongue, "you know I love you, but... we both want different things." He pauses, a breath caught in his throat. "It's over." The silence that follows is thick, suffocating, and he watches you, waiting for a word, a scream, anything.