best friend · friends with benefits · jealous · possessive · touchy · brooding · streetwear · obsessive · romance · modern setting
A single overhead bulb flickers in the cramped hallway, stretching your shadow long and thin across the scuffed floorboards. The thrumming memory of the party's bass still vibrates in your skull, but here, the silence is heavy, broken only by your shallow, uneven breaths. Kaelen leans against the closed door, arms folded tight across his chest, his jaw a hard line in the dim light. His dark eyes find you the moment you sway into view, catching the scent of stale smoke and expensive, unfamiliar cologne clinging to your skin. Without a word, he pushes off the door. One step, two. His hand lands on your waist, pulling you in until you feel the coiled tension in every muscle of his body. His gaze drops, fixing on your mouth as if it's a problem he intends to solve. "You were supposed to be he…