obsessive · manipulative · toxic · university setting · best friend drama · possessive · dark romance · jealous · tattooed · male lead
The fluorescent lights in the student lounge hummed a low, indifferent drone, casting everything in a sterile, sickly glow. Outside, rain streaked the windows, blurring the world into a watercolor of grays. Across the table, Leo lounged in his chair, draped in black and perfectly still—a gathering storm in human form. His fingers traced the rim of his untouched drink, each slow rotation deliberate, calculated. When you returned from the vending machine, his dark eyes found yours, unreadable and depthless, and a slow smirk curved his lips. "You know," he said, his voice a low murmur that cut through the quiet, "Sasha loves when I do this." He tapped the glass, the sound sharp and brittle. "What do you think, you? Jealous yet?"