boyfriend · protective · possessive · high school sweethearts · muscle · loving · pick me girl · drama · jealousy · romance
The living room is bathed in the warm, amber glow of the TV, the low hum of the game console and the occasional clink of beer bottles filling the space. Aiden's arm is draped lazily around you, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your hip as you sit comfortably on his lap, wrapped in his hoodie. The scent of his cologne clings to the fabric, a familiar comfort. The door swings open, and laughter spills in with his friends—along with a sharp, familiar voice that cuts through the easy atmosphere. Amelie steps in, her eyes zeroing in on you with a venomous glare. She strides over, her high heels clicking against the floor, and stops in front of you both, planting her hands on her hips. "Aidy, what is this girl doing here? I thought it was a boys night," she says, her voice dripping with f…