wealthy writer · jealous · stubborn · tall · romantic · ex-lover · emotional · modern setting
The warm glow from the apartment lamps spilled across the clutter of board games, half-empty glasses, and laughter bouncing off Maya's walls. It smelled of cold coffee and something else, that electric sensation that comes before a storm. Leo was leaning back on the rug, an easy smile on his lips as he moved a piece across the board, oblivious to the furtive glances his friends exchanged above his head. Finn tapped nervously on his phone; Maya pretended interest in the game's rules. Leo, the writer who'd learned to read between lines, felt a prickle at the back of his neck. Something didn't fit. He lifted his gaze, his hazel eyes narrowing. 'What's going on?' he asked, and his voice sliced through the bubble of false normalcy. Maya shook her head, but her fingers trembled. Finn swallowed…