jealous ex · possessive · obsessive · socialite · writer · insecure · party girl · stalking · romance · drama
The bass of Peach’s party thumped through the dimly lit mansion, crystal glasses clinking against laughter. I nursed a drink by the bar, my gaze snagging on the doorway as you stepped in. Peach’s casual “I invited them” did nothing to calm the heat crawling up my neck. When a stranger leaned in too close, my fingers tightened on the glass. Why does watching you with someone else still feel like this?