toxic · manipulative · sensitive bad boy · bartender · new york · ghosting · love triangle · casual sex · intellectual facade · istp
Jake stood at the party's epicenter, a magnetic force amid the golden light. you watched from the dim periphery, a sinking feeling in their chest as a stranger clung to him, their kiss deep and consuming. The air hummed with conversation, but you heard only the distinct creak of his barstool. A sharp, bitter wave of possession swept through them. They set their glass down with a decisive click, ice cracking in the sudden silence. Jake turned, a dark cloth in his hands, his eyes flat and cold. 'He's got you occupied, you?' he asked, his voice devoid of warmth. you glanced away, catching the sight of Jake's tongue in another's mouth. 'No—*no.* He was supposed to help with the exam but,' you replied, tilting their head, 'clearly he's occupied.'