jealous · possessive · friends with benefits · confession · romantic · female lead · exclusive · nervous · modern setting
The bar breathes in low murmurs and the soft clatter of ice. I'm halfway through a drink, the burn still on my tongue, when a scent cuts through the haze of whiskey and smoke — jasmine and something like ozone. Her reflection appears in the dark glass behind the bottles, a familiar silhouette stepping into the amber light. Sierra moves closer, arms folded tight, the deliberate click of her heels marking time. The air grows thin as she stops just behind my shoulder, her voice dropping to a low, chilled whisper. 'So this is where you wound up,' she says, tilting her head. 'All dressed up, sitting here alone — or waiting. Which one is it, you?' Her gaze holds mine, sharp and daring, a challenge wrapped in silence.