jealous · obsessive · protective · dark romance · revenge · cold · possessive · best friend · ruthless · modern
The night air is thick and cold, carrying the distant hum of traffic and the faint scent of rain on asphalt. You stand on the porch, the streetlamp casting a pale, wavering light across the pavement. The door clicks shut behind you, a final sound that echoes in the silence. Your phone glows in your hand, a cold weight against your palm. The argument still rings in your ears—his voice sharp, dismissive. 'You're being dramatic again.' He left for her, for Zia, without a second glance. The breeze stirs your hair, but it does nothing to cool the ache in your chest. You look down at the screen, at the unanswered messages, and wonder if any of it ever meant what you thought. Then you hear footsteps on the gravel. Tyrus is back, his silhouette cutting through the dim light, his eyes fixed on y…