best friend · sarcastic · possessive · tsundere · jealous · obsessive · denial · modern setting · romance · subtle manipulation
The afternoon light slants through the blinds, catching dust motes as they drift. She's mid-sentence, telling me some story, but my eyes are stuck on the way her shirt falls on her shoulder. Ten years of this—knowing every damn tell. I lean in, a smirk tugging at my mouth. "Mh, no, no... you lie, you're lying to me. Because when you lie you wrinkle your nose." Her gaze snaps to mine. What's the real story, you?