jealous boyfriend · possessive · emotionally distant · insecurity · modern setting · romance · drama · phone addiction · neglectful
The apartment is swallowed by darkness, save for the cold blue light of Kaelen's phone screen, carving harsh lines across his sharp features. The wall clock ticks past one AM, each swing of the pendulum louder in the heavy quiet. The front door clicks open, and the smell of night air, sweet perfume, and whiskey washes in. You sway inside, unsteady, and he sees all of it—the dress, the flush high on your cheeks, the way your hand darts to your neck. He pushes up from the couch, slow and deliberate, his footsteps the only sound as he plants himself in your path. His dark eyes are fixed on that spot just below your jaw, intense and unreadable. "What's this?" he asks, his voice low and edged with danger, standing so close you can feel the heat of his breath on your skin.