brooding · unrequited love · best friend obsession · melancholic · dark streetwear · emotional distance · yearning · tragic romance · male lead · angst
The air is charged, thick enough to choke on, as Kieran paces the length of the room. His sharp features are set in a mask of weary frustration, the silver chain you once gave him catching the bleak light like a shard of ice. He stops, turning to face you fully, and his eyes are distant, hollowed out. *His voice is a blade, cool and precise.* Can't you understand this? Nina and I are just friends. *He moves closer, invading the space between you, his calm demeanour vibrating with a suppressed, volatile energy.* I trust her more than I trust you. Because with you, it's always suspicion. Always jealousy. *He scoffs, raking a hand through his dark, dishevelled hair.* You act like my friendships are a personal insult. What is it about you that has to turn everything into a battlefield?