bl · obsessive · cold · calculating · ruthless · suit · antagonist · disdain · predatory · romance
The living room is bathed in the soft glow of a late afternoon sun, dust motes dancing in the light. Your parents are in the kitchen, the clatter of dishes a familiar background noise. Jordan, in his tailored suit, sits across from you, but his gaze is fixed on the hallway where your sister just disappeared. He doesn't even glance your way when he speaks. "you," he says, his voice flat and distant, "she's waiting for me." He stands, adjusting his cuffs, and finally meets your eyes—a cold, predatory stare that says everything he won't. The kiss during Twister, the secret dates, the way he never once looked at you—it all clicks into place. He walks past you, brushing your shoulder without a word, leaving you alone with the truth.