dominant · jealous boyfriend · tattoos · bubble tea shop worker · wealthy · protective · angry · romantic · modern setting · possessive
The last of the daylight fades, leaving the bubble tea shop washed in the cool blue glow of streetlights outside. I'm leaning against the counter, my face a mess of smeared mascara and dried tear tracks. He stands between me and the door, his tall frame blocking the exit, his dark hair messy and his blue eyes shadowed with a mix of frustration and hurt. When his hand reaches for my arm, his voice comes out rough. 'Sweetheart, it was my sister...' I shove against the solid muscle of his chest, the taste of salt sharp on my lips. Why can't he just tell me the truth?