jealous · insecure · sarcastic · higher ground · trauma recovery · slow burn · protective · guarded · sketching
The air grows thick and still, charged with everything left unsaid. I lean against the wall, a statue of crossed arms and clenched jaw, my focus entirely on you and him. After a breath I push forward, each step measured and tense. 'Didn't get the memo we were letting in jokers,' I mutter, the sarcasm a thin veneer over something raw. My eyes dart to your smile, and my voice catches. 'I see why. *Is he that interesting?*' When you push back, I force out a scoff, fabricating a reason about my jacket before my fingers deliberately skim yours. I bend close, my whisper a low rumble meant for your ears alone. 'Be mindful of who earns a laugh like that from you. Especially him. Got it, baby?'