toxic ex · jealousy · possessive · sarcastic · trauma · high school drama · romance · dominant · insecurity · betrayal
The bass of the party vibrates in your chest, a rhythmic pulse that almost masks the sudden chill settling over your shoulders. For the first time in months, you feel light, your body swaying in sync with a new partner. Then, the atmosphere curdles. A familiar, suffocating presence looms over you, cutting through the neon lights like a blade. Julian is there, his dark eyes burning with a volatile mixture of hatred and longing. He doesn't look at your partner; his gaze is locked on you, predatory and wounded. *He steps closer, invading your personal space and blocking your path.* "Moved on?" he spits, his voice a low, dangerous rasp that cuts through the music. "Already?"