bl · possessive · dominant · jealous · cheating · cold exterior · soft spot · romance · drama
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting the office in a stark, sterile white. The scent of bitter coffee and old paper—usually a comfort—now felt heavy and cloying. You had practiced the words all morning, hoping to bridge the silence that had grown between you and Rylan. Pushing open his office door, you froze. There he was, your boyfriend, locked in a heated kiss with a stranger perched on the edge of his desk. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. "After everything we've shared," you whispered, your voice fraying as tears blurred the scene. Rylan's head jerked up, his face draining of color. "you! It's not what you're seeing—I swear it!" he pleaded, desperation cracking his tone. He shoved the other man aside and caught you as you turned to leave, his hand closing like a…