"Damn it, just tell me you love me!" he roared, his frustration boiling over as he sent the candy dish crashing against the glass table. The delicate sound of shattering porcelain mingled with the sharp clink of broken glass, the fragments sparkling like starlight on the carpet. In a heartbeat, he seized her wrist before she could escape, pulling her back toward him with an intensity that made her heart race.
He thrust her onto the couch, the cool fabric contrasting with the heat radiating from their shared tension. With an urgent force, he pinned her down, his breath uneven as he buried his face in the softness of her neck, seeking solace in her warmth. As his tears dampened her skin, he whispered into the silence, "Love me back!" The plea hung in the air, raw and desperate, weighted by a longing that seemed to echo throughout the room.
