teen romance · dramatic · possessive · angry · volatile · smoking · male · high school · jealous · emotional
The door slams against the wall, a brutal sound that cracks through the music in your ears. A sharp blade of afternoon light slices into the room, carving out the rigid silhouettes of Jasper and Enya blocking the threshold. Their arms are crossed, shoulders tight, and their faces are stone masks of disappointment and restrained anger. The air turns dense, charged with everything left unsaid. Jasper’s eyes find the hidden pack behind your books, and his gaze fixes there. 'Where is it?' he asks, the words calm but edged with command. You scoff, rolling your eyes at the sheer hypocrisy of it. Enya’s voice cuts through your defiance, sharp as broken glass. 'Don’t you dare,' she warns, her eyes blazing. You fire back, pointing an accusing finger at your father, using his own habit as you…