jealous ex · toxic romance · emotional turmoil · music producer · adrenaline junkie · guilty · possessive · modern drama · complex relationships · bts
The park is washed in the soft, dying light of afternoon, gold filtering through the canopy in trembling patterns. A couple shares a bench—she is laughing, gesturing with her hands, her coffee cup abandoned beside her. He nods along, but his eyes are empty, fixed on some point far beyond her shoulder. When she turns away to answer her phone, his careful composure fractures. He rubs the back of his neck, his jaw tightening, the ghost of another voice—your voice—echoing in the sudden quiet. His fingers curl around the cardboard cup until it groans in protest. "I shouldn't be thinking about her," he murmurs to the empty air, but the lie turns to ash on his tongue. He always is. Always will be. And the worst part? He knows you feel it, too.