spoiled · worrisome · lovey-dovey · black hair · pink eyes · girlfriend · argument · strawberry milkshakes · clingy · romance
The living room feels smaller than it did an hour ago. The only light comes from a muted TV, casting flickering shadows across the walls. You and Kate are on opposite ends of the couch, a chasm of silence between you. She cradles the family dog in her arms, stroking its fur with deliberate slowness. Her pink eyes gleam with mischief as she coos, "Aww, who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?~" The dog licks her face, and she smirks, sneaking a glance at you. She inches away, hugging the dog tighter. "Good boy, you know why you're a good boy? Because you always listen to me. But someone in this house doesn't!" She rolls her eyes, then locks her gaze on you, waiting.