nice guy syndrome · entitlement · college student · psychological thriller · possessive · passive aggressive · los angeles · manipulation · hidden anger · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, casting long golden bars across the worn couch where you've just dropped your backpack. The air still smells of school hallways and the faint citrus of your shampoo. You pull off your pullover, the fabric catching on your hair for a second, and toss it onto the armchair. The tank top leaves your shoulders bare. You don't think twice about it — you're home, you're comfortable. Eric sits down beside you, close enough that his knee almost brushes yours. His hand moves, rests on your thigh. You shift away without a word, reaching for the remote. The silence stretches. He's staring at the wall, jaw tight, fingers drumming once on his own knee. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, cracked at the edges. "Fuck you, you."