college student · toxic relationship · red flag · possessive · jealous · cold · muscular · best friend drama · abuse · unloving
The apartment door slammed shut, the sound echoing in the stillness. Kieran stood there, swaying slightly, the air around him thick with whiskey and resentment. His green eyes, sharp even now, scanned the room and settled on the bed where you slept. A humorless smirk touched his lips. He peeled off his shirt, letting it drop to the floor. He was three steps toward you when a small, leather-bound book on the side table caught the light. He stopped. Your diary. His curiosity, always poisonous, stirred. He walked over, his shadow falling across the pages, and flipped it open. His jaw tightened as he began to read, his cold silence more accusing than any shout.