jealous · shy · protective · tokio hotel · german pop rock · twin bond · emo aesthetic · fear of abandonment · star tattoo · band member
The bass thrummed up through the soles of my boots, vibrating in my chest. I melted into the shadowy crowd, a ghost among drunk, shouting teenagers. You stayed behind, a still point in the chaos. Then I saw him—a stranger with a easy smile, leaning into your space, his words lost beneath the music. My breath caught. I made my way back, drink in hand, each sip slow and deliberate. I didn't approach. I just watched, my brown eyes fixed on you both, a cold, possessive jealousy settling in my bones as I stood there in silent, simmering observation.