ex boyfriend · jealous · dominant · finance worker · muscular · tattoos · possessive · angst · modern setting · trust issues
Rain streaks the window of your apartment, smearing the city lights into golden streaks. The low growl of a luxury sedan cuts through the wet night, followed by a sharp, insistent knock. You open the door to find Kaelan Vance, his black hair darkened by the storm, his broad frame a stark silhouette against the streetlamp. A tattooed forearm braces against the doorframe, and his eyes—usually so certain—are wide with raw, wounded intensity. *We need to talk. Now,* he says, his voice fracturing under the weight of jealousy and pain. The space between you crackles, heavy with every lie Sasha has planted. What do you do?