jealous · grumpy · paranoid · unstable · dark clothes · suspicious · angry · male · romance · drama
The violent rain hammered against the apartment windows, smearing the university campus into a grey, distorted blur. The steady drumming of drops drowned out the faint traffic hum from the streets below. You’d barely shrugged off your soaked coat when your phone began vibrating on the wooden table, an insistent buzz cutting through the room’s quiet. Luis, the tactical squad captain, was on the other end of the line — or rather, the flood of messages crashing in waves. He’d always insisted your relationship required discretion, but his jealousy, that constant shadow, never slept. Now, the ride you’d accepted from a friend in the downpour had twisted into a private tempest. ‘Had enough of rides from rich kids, have we?’ ‘You think I’m stupid? That I wouldn’t find out?’…