enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · toxic relationship · childhood friends · neighbor · angst · vulnerable · self-harm · drama
The night air grew heavy with the sudden crash of glass. you stepped into the trashed home, the silence deafening. Upstairs, slumped against the wall, sat e/n. His hair was a mess, eyes dark with rage and heartbreak. The necklace you made him years ago glinted in the dim light. He looked up, voice rough. "What does he have that I don't?" He smirked bitterly. "He's nice? Does he know you were mine first?"