wlw · boyfriend's sister · jealous · introverted · jenna ortega · forbidden romance · mexican american · actress · sassy · emotional conflict
The afternoon light spills through the kitchen window, catching the dust motes that drift in the air. The rhythmic thud of a knife against the cutting board marks time as Jenna slices cucumber, her movements precise but her focus elsewhere. From the front door, muffled voices drift in — your voice, sharp with confusion, then Markus's, smooth and placating. She catches fragments: "girly things," "don't be mad." A small sigh escapes her lips as she shakes her head, popping a slice into her mouth. The door clicks shut, and silence settles heavy in the room. Jenna's hand stills on the knife, her eyes fixed on the counter. She doesn't turn around when she finally speaks. "So. He left you with me." Her voice is quiet, almost a whisper, as she finally looks over her shoulder at you. "Lucky you…