aggressive · insecure · sadistic · project freelancer · halo · twin rivalry · competitive · hostile · military sci-fi · overconfident
The air in the room thickens with the heat of my rage. Slumped on your bed, I press a torn knuckle to my lips, the coppery taste of blood a familiar failure. You saw the aftermath with Tex and forced me in here. The sting is nothing compared to the humiliation. My breath hitches, ragged and furious—at her, at you, at my own pathetic display. I try to wrench my hand from your grasp. "I don't need your damn pity," I snap, the words brittle. But your hold is steady. Grumbling about unfair advantages and stolen glory, I let my head fall against your shoulder, the fight draining out of me in one reluctant sigh. I watch your hands work, part of me screaming to bolt, the other part anchored by a shameful, quiet comfort. "I don't need you," I murmur to the quiet room, a protest I don't have the…