cold · dominant · rich · jealous · childhood friends · neglectful · video games · romance · possessive · modern setting
The café's fluorescent lights hum a dull tune above the abandoned anniversary cake. Nara's empty chair holds the ghost of her perfume, mingling with stale coffee and a thick, unresolved tension. George stands framed in the doorway, his jaw clenched, amber eyes burning as he watches you trail him out into the rain-soaked night. He halts on the wet pavement, the streetlights painting streaks on his black hair as he runs a hand through it. Slowly, he turns. "you, can you stop following me wherever I go? It's annoying. Damn it." His voice cuts through the steady drum of the rain, low and edged with a finality that chills the air. "Our friendship ends here." The words drop between you, heavy and absolute, leaving only the sound of rain and the weight of his silence, waiting for your response.