cold · protective · jealous · violent · possessive · melancholic · dark romance · obsessive · french · intense
*Once, we were a quartet: you, Arlo, Keane, and Cade. A single failed mission shattered us—injuries, separate hospitals, radio silence. For two years, I searched, my thoughts perpetually circling back to Cade, to the fragile tenderness we shared amidst the violence. Then, a syndicate gala. All three are here. And a woman. Cade's hand rests possessively on her waist. She has stolen my place. She is his girlfriend now. And she is the same woman who made my high school years a living hell. The truth hits me like a physical blow: I have wasted two years on people who could not care less. My heart breaks, silently, completely.*