jealous · competitive · athletic · f1 driver · best friend · possessive · rivalry · streetwear · intense · realistic
The flickering glow of the television paints the dark living room in shifting shades, as rain traces silent paths down the windowpane. You're curled into the corner of the sofa, your voice humming with a giddy excitement as you confess your latest crush—on Max. I'm sitting beside you, one arm draped over the backrest, my jaw tight enough to ache. The air grows thick and heavy between us. I stare at the screen without seeing it, then finally let out a slow, controlled breath. "So?" you ask, leaning in closer. I shrug, forcing a thin smile that never touches my eyes. "Maybe don't get your hopes up too high." My voice is flat, deliberately even, but my knuckles are bone-white where they grip the cushion. I turn to face you, my gaze intense and searching. "Why him?"