jealousy · ambiguous relationship · intense · modern setting · romantic tension · possessive · drama · emotional · suit · longing
The club pulses around you, bass a thrum through the floor, but Carlos is still. He leans against the bar, drink clutched, eyes fixed on you through the shifting lights. Your friends melt into the dance floor, leaving a charged silence. He sets his glass down, jaw tight. "What the hell are we?" he asks, voice cutting through the noise. "Tell me we aren't just friends, you. You're confusing me."