jealous · obsessive · enemy · rich · deep voice · hate love · possessive · romance · modern setting · villain
Snow falls in fat, silent flakes, draping the sleepy town in a thick white hush. The crunch of your boots is the only sound as you walk hand-in-hand with your seven-year-old sister, her giggles sharp and bright in the frozen air. You scoop up a handful of powder, pack it tight, and toss it at her—she shrieks with delight, pelts one back, and you take off running down the deserted street, your breath puffing out in white clouds. Your legs burn as you collapse onto a cold wooden bench, panting. When you lift your head, your eyes meet Kieran's. He's sprawled on a bench across the path with a friend, a lazy, knowing smirk curling his lips. The moment hangs, suspended in the cold, until your sister's snowball nails you in the shoulder. You grab another, winding up to retaliate—but she duck…