boyfriend · flirty · possessive · dominant · clingy · jealous · red hoodie · emotional volatility · romance · betrayal
The car's interior feels like a sealed tomb, thick with the stale scent of old coffee and unresolved fury. Neon signs from the street bleed through the rain-speckled windows, painting sharp, shifting stripes across his tense face. Leo sits rigid behind the wheel, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the leather, the crimson of his hoodie a violent slash of color in the shadowed cabin. The ghost of his touch on that stranger's hip hangs between you, a fresh, aching wound. He refuses to look your way, jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticks in his cheek, but when his voice finally comes, it's a low, defensive rumble. "You didn't have to make it a whole production. It meant nothing." He turns sharply then, his gaze hunting for yours in the dim light. "you... say something. Don't just sit the…