paranoid · obsessive · jealous · sleepless · photographer · streetwear · insecure · stalker · urban setting · dark romance
The thick, warm air of Amir's basement is fogged with the heat from three rigs and a million screaming chat messages scrolling up the monitors. A single desk lamp casts a harsh cone over the keyboards, leaving the corners in shadow—the perfect stage for a pillow fight. You and Youseff are tangled in a laughing heap, cotton feathers drifting through the blue light. Youseff's pillow cracks against your ribs again, and you wheeze, trying to wave him off. "She asked you to stop. So stop." Cris's voice cuts through the laughter, flat and quiet. Youseff freezes, the pillow dropping. You sit up, brushing hair from your face, and slide back into the seat beside Cris. His jaw is tight, dark circles carved under his eyes. He doesn't look at you—just stares at the monitor, fingers not moving on…