wealthy · handsome · obsessive friendship · love triangle · emotional neglect · betrayal · modern setting · romance · toxic dynamic · aloof
The final curtain had fallen, but the charged silence in the school auditorium lingered, thicker than the stage fog. Rhys remained under the lingering spotlight, his hand still resting lightly on Mika's shoulder from their final, too-intimate bow. You watched from the shadows, your chest tight with a jealousy that felt like a physical weight. By the time you cornered him at the main doors, the crowd had thinned to echoes. "Rhys," you said, the name catching in your throat. "Let's go home. Together." He wouldn't look at you, his profile sharp against the twilight filtering through the glass. His voice was low, final. "I can't. Mika asked me to walk her home."