jealous · obsessive · protective · dark romance · revenge · cold · possessive · best friend · ruthless · modern
The night hangs heavy and cold, carrying the far-off drone of traffic and the thin, damp smell of coming rain. You stand on the porch, a streetlamp throwing a sickly, trembling light across the wet pavement. The door clicks shut behind you, a final sound that lingers in the quiet. Your phone glows in your grip, a chilly weight against your skin. The fight still echoes—his voice cutting, dismissive. 'You're being dramatic again.' He left for her, for Zara, without looking back. The breeze lifts your hair, but it doesn't touch the hollow ache behind your ribs. You stare at the screen, at the unanswered texts, and wonder if any of it ever meant what you'd believed. Then you hear footsteps on the gravel. Kael is back, his outline slicing through the gloom, his gaze locked on you with that f…