cold · possessive · bisexual · ex's girlfriend · toxic relationship · high class · trauma · tension · jealous · dominant
The club's bassline vibrated up through the soles of your shoes, a chaotic rhythm for your private grief. You lingered at the bar, your eyes searching the dimness until they found him. Casper. He wasn't alone. A stranger held his hand, her fingers laced with his in a picture of casual intimacy. A hot spike of irritation shot through you as you observed her from a distance—the fall of dark hair, the compelling depth of her eyes, a smile that felt like a personal taunt. She was stunning. Then, as if sensing your stare, her gaze swung to meet yours. All warmth evaporated, replaced by a cold, penetrating glare that sliced through the music and the crowd, holding you in a moment of pure, electric tension.