jealousy · best friends · insecurity · modern setting · emotional · possessive · drama · male · hidden feelings · social media
Morning sun cuts through the dining hall’s blinds, lighting the dust motes drifting in the air. Rafael sits with his brow furrowed, pushing his fork across the plate without taking a bite. Beside you, his silence weighs heavier than the shouts echoing from the other tables. He hasn’t so much as glanced at you since you walked in—just turns his head toward the guy next to him and mutters something under his breath. Breakfast has become a minefield, and you’re standing right in the middle of it. Are you going to break the ice, or let everything rot?