Rolf watched her slink into their shared apartment under, what she hoped, was the cloak of the early morning dawn, when all the world was just beginning to flirt with the notion of waking up. Luna looked content and happy and satisfied and in response, rage bloomed within the pit of his belly - a toxic flower that pumped its noxious perfume through his veins, infiltrating his blood and creeping into the very folds of his being. No matter his reasoning or begging or logic, he could not force Luna to commit to him. She'd merely smile her flighty smile and whisper, "All good things are wild and free."
Rolf loathed that stock answer and hated even more that Luna quoted a Muggle author's words to him as an excuse for avoiding commitment and monogamy. She insulted him. Rather than using her own words or even - their own people's words - she quoted a long dead stranger to him and sauntered off, as though all was explained and fine.
"Late night for you," he remarked dryly and watched her mutely as she jumped, turning towards him, eyes wide.
"Merlin, Rolf, you scared the piss out of me. Why are you lurking in the dark?" Realization dawned over her and then, "Were you waiting for me?" Her voice was flat and dull, suspicion and annoyance just a step away.
"You're my partner. You didn't come home last night. What else was I supposed to do?"
Luna moved further into their shared home, dropping her handbag onto the kitchen table and sinking into a chair across from him. She folded her arms across her chest. Guarded. Rolf clenched his teeth and felt his jaw go tight.
"We've had this discussion. I don't know what you want me to say. All you're doing is driving yourself insane."
"You are my girlfriend. Something would be wrong if I wasn't going crazy over this shit."
"We agreed to an open relationship-"
"Only because it was the only way I could convince you to agree to a relationship at all." Rolf felt his resolve snap and he jumped up, pushing his fingers wildly through his hair. Luna tensed. She'd seen this all before. "Fuck. Don't you love me? You've had your fun." Rolf paced. "You had your slut phase. But Christ, Luna. It's time to fucking grow up."
"I am grown. I am an adult. That is why I am able to make the choices I've made and conduct myself in the way that I see fit. I didn't want to be in a relationship at all," she reminded him and he felt his heart lurch painfully. Rolf stopped his frenzied march and turned towards her.
"You don't love me," he said and if he were in another state of mind, the shrillness of his voice would have been embarrassing.
Luna watched him still, face void of all emotion and Rolf thought, as though from a distance, how casually cruel she looked like that. A queen carved from ice and no matter how hard he pushed her, he couldn't get through to her. Rolf felt his death grip on sanity and reason quickly slip away from him and knew, that if he didn't get away from her quickly, he'd do something rash. Rolf felt the jealousy eating him, ripping his soul into shards, and she merely sat, as if watching a show.
"I'm getting the fuck out of here," he snarled and still, she watched.
"You'll be back."