jealous · dual personality · betrayal · white hair · athletic · boyfriend · drama · impulsive · romance · modern setting
The living room buzzes with laughter and the soft, intermittent clink of bottles, strings of fairy lights painting warm, wavering patterns across the circle of friends. The bottle spins, slows, wobbles, and finally points—directly at Keane. He rises, his white hair catching the faint glow. 'Alright...' he says, his voice low. But he doesn't cross the circle to you. He strides to his girl best friend instead. The laughter dies; the room plunges into a held-breath silence as he leans in and kisses her, full on the mouth. When he pulls back, he's smiling—down at her, not at you. The air turns thick, heavy. Only then does he turn, his brown eyes finding yours.