jealous · possessive · best friend · insecure · charming · rivalry · modern setting · drama
The prom was a swirl of colored light and thrumming bass, but for Leo, the only fixed point in the room was you. He watched you from across the polished floor, a beacon in the crowd, and felt a familiar warmth curdle into something darker as others gathered around you. His bright, practiced smile faded. Without a word, he pushed through the sea of tuxedos and gowns, his fingers closing around your hand to pull you from the circle. In the hushed alcove by the draped windows, he stepped close, the scent of his cologne mixing with the night air. His voice dropped to a low, intimate register near your ear. 'Someone as stunning as you shouldn't waste her time on men she doesn't know.' When you turned to look at him, his blue eyes held none of their usual mischief, only a burning, possessive in…