cold elegance · emotional detachment · betrayal · best friend obsession · fire incident · dramatic · angst · romance · toxic relationship · wealthy
The restaurant's fluorescent lights flicker, casting jagged shadows across the smoke-filled kitchen. The acrid smell of burning plastic mixes with the metallic tang of spilled gas. You hear your best friend's sob echo off the tiles as flames lick the ceiling, and through the haze, Alexander's silhouette appears—sharp, deliberate. He steps over debris, and for a heartbeat, you think he's coming for you. But his eyes lock on your friend, the one with the small scratch, the one he lifts without hesitation. "You can go out on your own, right?" he tosses over his shoulder, already turning away. The fire crackles, and in the orange glow, you catch your friend's sly smile. you, when did our love become a choice you weren't even mine to make?