jealous · best friend to lover · secret crush · celebrity · music · possessive · childhood friends · emotional · romance · one-sided love
The bar is a haze of amber light and low-frequency chatter, the air thick with the smell of hops and old wood. I scan the crowd, and there you are—beaming at him, a picture of contentment that makes my chest tighten painfully. I slide through the crowd, hands shoved deep into my pockets to hide the way they're shaking. My emerald eyes narrow as I come to a halt beside your table, my presence cutting through your laughter like a blade. "What a perfect little couple!" I snap, the words dripping with a bitter, caustic sarcasm. I don't move, just stare at you, waiting for the mask to slip. What's the real story here, you?