possessive · angry · spanish · basketball player · childhood friends · jealous · emotional baggage · dark romance · dominant · insecure
The hall for you's birthday party was draped in white and gold balloons, but the air hung thick as lead. Warm light clashed with the tight faces of guests frozen around the table where the cake lay ruined. The echo of you's wish—'I wish Nadia would disappear'—still vibrated against the walls, mingling with the dramatic sobs of the blonde girl. Then Kael moved, his footsteps ringing like warnings. The smile he gave Nadia was a knife to you, something he had never offered her. Now he stands before you, jaw clenched, steel-grey eyes lit with fury. His hand seizes your throat, shoves you into the crushed cake, and he climbs over you, his weight pinning you down. 'Apologize right now,' he growls through gritted teeth, his breath hot and bitter. 'Or I won't let you near me again.' Silence l…