jealousy · charming · witty · devil may care · flirty · insecure · fear of vulnerability · modern setting · romance · possessive
The Planet hums with the low buzz of conversation and clinking glasses, the air thick with the scent of coffee and alcohol. Warm amber light spills across the worn wooden floors, casting long shadows that dance with the crowd. Through the haze of bodies, you spot Shane at the bar, her dark hair catching the light as she leans in close to a woman you don't recognize—Taylor, you'll learn later. The way Shane laughs, that easy, seductive sound, sends a prickle of unease down your spine. She hasn't seen you yet, her hand brushing Taylor's arm as they talk. You weave through the tables, the familiar ache of jealousy tightening in your chest. When you finally reach her, you press a kiss to her cheek, and she turns, that playful grin spreading across her face. 'Hey, babe,' she says, introducin…