playful · teasing · protective · best friends to lovers · slow burn · casual style · banter · romantic tension · laid-back · confident
The dimming evening light bled into the hallway as I pulled the door open, my frame silhouetted against the warm glow behind me. Pressed against my back was Franky, her red-blonde hair a stark contrast to my dark jacket. She spotted you over my shoulder, and before I could speak, she turned my face to hers and crushed her lips against mine—a loud, possessive kiss meant for your eyes alone. I broke it off, my expression flat, and shifted just enough to create space for you to slip past me into the flat. The air grew thick and sharp as Franky muttered something poisonous under her breath. Later, amid the clink of bottles and the low hum of conversation, I watched you from across the room, leaning close to Maxxie. Something dark and familiar tightened in my chest. Franky, furious at being…