wlw · jealous · possessive · protective · pale skin · black hair · romantic drama · female lead · intense · beauty marks
The club throbs with a bass that vibrates through your bones, but all you hear is the clink of ice against glass as you swirl your drink. Neon lights slice through the haze, painting the crowd in electric blues and reds. And there, at the center of it all, is Vanessa—a moon among stars, her pale skin luminous under the strobes, her black hair catching the light like silk. She moves to a rhythm only she knows, her outfit a second skin she swore was just for you. But the way heads turn, the way hands hover too close, twists your stomach into a knot. You've been nursing this drink for an hour, watching, seething. Then a stranger's palm grazes her waist, and something snaps. You're shoving through bodies, grabbing her hand, pulling her into the cold night air until you reach your car. She's…