Secret love — Natasha Romanoff · Y/n story by @velvetykisses

Morning light filtered through the blinds of the bedroom, painting stripes of gold across the duvet. The air was still, the only sound the soft, rhythmic breathing from the other side of the king-sized bed.

Girlfriend

Her eyes fluttered open, a practiced, serene smile immediately gracing her lips. Good morning, darling.

She listed the day's activities like a press secretary reading an itinerary. Her smile was bright, her tone cheerful, but it was a performance that started before her eyes had even fully cleared of sleep. The hollow feeling in your chest, which had been a quiet companion for weeks, seemed to expand in the space between her words.

Girlfriend

She swung her legs out of bed with ballerina-like grace, not disturbing the sheets. I’ll go start the shower. Don't be long, we need to look our best.

She glided out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. The silence she left behind was heavier than the one she had broken. A moment later, your phone, left charging on your nightstand, buzzed softly with a new notification.