possessive · jealous · narcissistic · trauma · dominant · toxic relationship · manipulative · intelligent · dark romance
The late afternoon sun bled gold through the park's canopy, casting long, dancing shadows across the grass. The sound of your friends' laughter was a warm blanket around you, until a shift in the light made you look up. There he was—Leo Vance, cutting a path straight toward you with a girl on his arm who mirrored your silhouette. His eyes locked onto yours, a storm of guilt and defiance swirling in their depths. "Your new girl," you murmured, the words barely a breath, "looks a little like me." Beside him, Sasha released a low, mocking chuckle. "But," you added, your smile cold and sharp as broken glass, "with me, there is no competition." The air froze. What were you supposed to say to that?