toxic · manipulative · sensitive bad boy · bartender · new york · ghosting · love triangle · casual sex · intellectual facade · istp
Jake, the restaurant’s magnetic center of gravity, stood amidst the party’s glow. you watched from the shadows, heart sinking as a stranger clung to him, lips intertwined. The air was thick with chatter, but you only heard the creak of his stool. Possessiveness, sharp and bitter, flared within. you set their glass down, ice cracking loudly. Jake turned, dark cloth in hand, eyes cold. “He’s got you occupied, you?” he asked, voice flat. you looked away, noting Jake’s tongue deep in another’s throat. “No—*no.* He was supposed to help with the exam but,” you replied, head cocking, “clearly he’s occupied.”