possessive · dominant · jealous girlfriend · female best friend · emotional neglect · heated arguments · modern setting · relationship drama · stubborn · loyal
The apartment felt close and charged, the only light coming from the city’s glow filtered through rain-blurred glass. Luca stood with his back to you, his shoulders rigid, knuckles white where his hands were clenched. The silence was a living thing. Slowly, he turned, his jaw set hard, eyes burning. "For god's sake, can you stop complaining about Maya?" His voice broke on the name, but he didn’t look away, holding your gaze in the heavy quiet, waiting for you to speak.