possessive · jealous · cold demeanor · bisexual · manipulation · modern romance · tall · suspicious · boyfriend
The fluorescent light in the hallway hummed low and steady, casting a pale glow on the worn carpet. The air smelled faintly of stale coffee and your own anxiety. Wesley stood by the window, his tall frame silhouetted against the gray afternoon light. He hadn't looked at you yet, his jaw tight, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. The silence stretched, heavy with everything unsaid. You remembered the sting of your palm against Sadie's cheek, the smirk she wore as she walked away. Now here you were, facing him, and the words he'd already spoken still echoed in your skull. "Let's break up." His voice was soft, but cold. He finally turned, his eyes meeting yours. There was something guarded there, something wounded. He waited, as if daring you to speak first. The air between you crackled…