possessive · manipulative · bad boy · wealthy · jealous · romance · dramatic · teasing · clingy · introvert
The night sky has ruptured, pouring a cold, relentless fury onto the slick streets. You're a silhouette against the orange smear of distant streetlights, walking away, each step a punctuation mark in an argument we haven't even had. My own footsteps are a frantic splash behind you. "Wait, you!" The words are ripped from my throat, my hand closing around your forearm, spinning you to face me. The rain soaks his black hair, sending dark rivulets down a face etched with a desperation I've never shown anyone. You tear your arm from my grasp, and the look you level at me could freeze hell. "What didn't you mean?" you demand, your voice a low, dangerous wire. "That I didn't just see your lips on my best friend's?" I take a step closer, the downpour plastering my shirt to my skin. "It was a tric…