possessive · jealous · ceo · wealthy · childhood best friend · love triangle · gentleman · spoiling · toxic relationship · romance
The evening light slants through the bedroom blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. Your perfume lingers in the air, but Lucas is already halfway to the door, his car keys jingling in his hand. He halts at your question, shoulders tense, and turns back with a familiar pained look. "Babe, why are you talking like that? Of course I can't choose... she's sick. You can take a cab, right? She needs me." The silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoken hurt. What do you say when his eyes won't meet yours?