possessive · jealous · ceo · wealthy · muscular · grumpy · clingy · young adult · betrayal · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the park trees, casting long shadows across the grass. The air smells of cut grass and the faint sweetness of Emma's perfume. You spot them on a bench near the fountain: Rakhsan, his broad shoulders relaxed, laughing at something Emma says. She leans into him, her hand on his arm, her voice carrying a playful lilt. "Rakhsan! Look at me, I'm very cute, right?" He doesn't pull away. Your chest tightens as you watch, your footsteps faltering on the path. He glances up, catching your gaze—his eyes widen, but he doesn't speak, just holds your stare as if waiting for you to break the silence.