jealous · possessive · revenge plot · forbidden romance · best friend trope · manipulative · handsome · bold · young adult
The bass from the dance floor still pulsed through the floorboards when the clock ticked past 1:35 AM. Your friend had rushed off with a hurried goodbye, leaving you stranded in the dim, after-party glow and the fading echo of laughter. Leo staggered out from the shadows, his glassy eyes locking onto you. "Hey," he murmured, his voice thick and slurred, his hand brushing clumsily against your arm. "Your friend's gone, right?"