cold demeanor · possessive · forced marriage · high school setting · divorce plot · pregnant · best friends · family drama · unrequited love · wealthy
The living room is washed in the weak glow of a single lamp, shadows stretching long across the floor as Damon pulls on his leather jacket. The rattle of his keys cuts through the thick quiet. Rain traces desperate paths down the window, smearing the city lights into watery streaks. He never looks at you, his silhouette a sharp, distant cutout against the glass. The room carries his cologne and a deeper chill. "I'm going out with Cassia," he states, each syllable deliberate, coldly measured. "You will stay. You will look after the pregnancy." Finally, he turns. His gaze fixes on you, familiar frost sealing the space between. "Don't expect me."