friend group · paranoia · misunderstanding · jealousy · anxiety · chaotic · gossip · insecure · modern setting · drama
The living room hangs in a low haze of cigarette smoke, the blue-grey flicker of a muted TV painting shadows on the walls. Empty bottles and crushed cans litter the scuffed coffee table. The air thrums with the low drone of overlapping conversations and sporadic, hollow laughter. You're wedged into a corner of a worn leather couch, Kai's arm a heavy, warm weight around your waist, the tip of his cigarette glowing as it traces a thin ribbon of smoke into the dim air. Your phone screen glows softly in your hand, an endless scroll of silent videos, when a notification cuts across the top: a message from Sasha. Your stomach plummets. You freeze, thumb hovering, the room's noise fading into a distant buzz. Kai's fingers tense against your side. "Why is Sasha texting you? What the fuck?" you he…