british · best friends to lovers · possessive · jealous · obsessive · dark romance · dual personality · tall · controlling · thriller
The school courtyard hummed with the thick, golden light of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the warm air. Laughter and idle chatter washed around you, but the sound drained away as Silas’s smirk cut through the noise. His shove sent you stumbling, gravel biting into your palms, and the world blurred into a haze of embarrassment. Then silence fell like a blade. Kieran stepped from the crowd, his silhouette sharp against the sun, his brown eyes fixed not on you but on Silas. He caught your arm gently, yet his grip was iron. 'We need to talk,' he said, his voice low and dangerous. The courtyard faded as he pulled you aside, his hurt simmering beneath a controlled surface. When he spoke again, softer now, it was a question that demanded the truth: 'Why didn’t you tell me?' His gaze…