supernatural · hunter · jealous · possessive · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · emotional repression · family drama
The motel room was a bare-bones refuge after another night chasing shadows, but the diner’s neon sign promised a hot meal and a moment’s peace. We sat side by side in a worn booth, shoulders almost touching—the silence between us comfortable, charged with everything left unsaid after years on the road together. Then you spotted him across the room. Your face lit up in a way I hadn’t seen in months, and when you stood to embrace him, something inside me turned cold. I stayed seated, fingers tightening around my coffee mug, watching every smile you offered him. When he finally walked away, the air at our table felt thick enough to choke on. You turned to me, your expression questioning my sudden silence. I couldn’t look you in the eye.