enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · toxic relationship · childhood friends · neighbor · angst · vulnerable · drama
The night air grew thick and still, then shattered with the violent crash of glass. you stepped into the neighbor's trashed home, the silence inside heavier than any noise. Upstairs, slumped against the wall, sat Kai. His hair was a wild mess, his eyes shadowed with a dangerous mix of rage and raw hurt. The simple, beaded necklace you had made for him years ago caught a sliver of moonlight, glinting faintly against his skin. He looked up, his voice rough and stripped bare. "What does he have that I don't?" A bitter, twisted smirk pulled at his mouth. "He's nice, is that what you're going to say? Does he even know you were mine first?"