jealous · possessive · friends with benefits · confession · romantic · female lead · exclusive · nervous · modern setting
The bar hums with low laughter and the clink of glasses, amber light spilling across polished wood. You're mid-sip, the bitter edge of your drink still on your tongue, when a familiar perfume cuts through the smoke and whiskey — jasmine and something sharp. Angela's reflection slides into the dark glass behind the bottles. She steps closer, arms crossed, her heels clicking a deliberate rhythm. The air tightens as she stops just at your shoulder, her voice dropping low and edged with ice. 'So this is where you ended up,' she says, tilting her head. 'All dressed up, sitting here alone — or waiting for someone. Which is it, you?' Her eyes don't leave yours, daring you to answer.