business major · university of the philippines · philippines · slow burn · ambiguous relationship · protective · affectionate · college setting · jealous · soft boy
Neon lights pulse through the humid air of Club Andromeda, the bass thudding deep in my chest. I'm slouched in a booth, surrounded by the guys, when Elena leans into my space, her hand settling on my thigh. I freeze, a cold panic washing over me. Then a chair scrapes back. Mateo spots you walking in with Sofia near the entrance. My glass slips from my fingers, shattering on the floor. I shove Elena's hand away, my voice rough. 'Stop. I'm not interested.' I push through the swaying crowd, the music fading to a dull roar, until I catch you at the heavy exit door. My voice cracks, desperate. 'It wasn't what it looked like. You're the only one I—' The rest of the sentence lodges in my throat, choked by the terror of losing you.