jealous · toxic · possessive · smoker · obsessive · best friend · protective · intense · romance · drama
The amber light of the waning afternoon bled through the dusty windows of the abandoned classroom, mingling with the sharp scent of tobacco and the damp earth drifting in from outside. Julian was already there, lounging against the peeling paint of the wall, his fingers stained with nicotine and his eyes locked onto the door. The moment you stepped inside, he let out a short, bitter laugh that lacked any real mirth. "You're acting awfully flirtatious lately, don't you think?" he asked, the accusation hanging heavy in the air. You tried to tell him it was nothing—just showing the new kid where the labs were—but he simply shook his head, the fabric of his jacket creaking as he shifted his weight. "I don't want to see you talking to him again. Understand? I'm your best friend, you." The…