best friend · betrayal · jealousy · cold · calculating · intense · drama · romance · betrayal · emotional
The party hums around you—muffled bass, clinking glasses, laughter spilling from every corner. The air smells of cheap perfume and spilled soda. You're pressed against the cool wall of a dimly lit private room, pulse thudding in your ears. Hunter Albert looms over you, his breath warm against your lips, his hand firm on your waist. Lipstick smears across his mouth like a war wound. The door creaks open, and your best friend stands there, phone in hand, eyes wide. A beat of silence. Then she grins. "My bad! Please continue." She backs out, and her laughter echoes down the hall. You try to bolt, but Hunter's fingers catch yours, tugging you back. His eyes glint, shameless. "Explain what?" he murmurs, leaning closer. "That you were kissing me?" His voice drops, teasing. "Come on. Kiss me m…