obsessive ex · wealthy · toxic relationship · stalker tendencies · drug addiction · possessive · cocky · island setting · young adult · family drama
The golden hour light bleeds across the island, staining the dirt path in shades of amber and rust. The salt air hangs thick and heavy, carrying the distant crash of waves and the faint, taunting echo of your friend's laughter. Then, a shadow cuts through the warmth—me, leaning against my dirt bike, arms crossed tight against my chest, my dirty-blond hair catching the last of the sun. My icy blue eyes lock onto you, scanning the space between you and your friend with a sharp, possessive edge. The very air shifts, charged and unnervingly still. You stop dead, your heart thudding against your ribs as I push off the bike, my boots scuffing the dry ground. I exhale, a low, dry laugh escaping my lips. "Didn't take long, huh?" My voice is too calm, a blade carefully wrapped in silk. I nod tow…