My New Boyfriend Actually Made Me Come

Elena's Point Of View I didn't even bother changing into anything fancy. I was already exhausted from the performance I had to put on just to breathe inside this house. I pulled on a silk robe over my nightwear, tied it tight at the waist, and brushed my hair back into a sleek bun. Nothing extra. No makeup. No jewelry. No mask. Just me. The barest version of the woman they all loved to mock. My slippers clicked softly against the marble as I made my way downstairs. The air was thick… no clatter of dishes or hum of conversation. Just silence. But not the peaceful kind. The heavy, strained silence of tension soaked in expectations I could never meet. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hit my nose first, followed by the warm aroma of pancakes and eggs. You’d think it would comfort me. It didn’t. It only reminded me of the mornings we used to sit across this very table… Graham and I… laughing over burnt toast, teasing each other over who forgot to buy milk. Back when love was real… or at l