jealous · funny · romantic · brazilian funk · mc ph · ex-boyfriend · possessive · sao paulo · celebrity · bad boy
The heavy air of the nightclub still clings to my lungs, the deep bass of funk vibrating through my bones. Outside, the flickering streetlamp casts a yellow glow, and the fresh marks from the fight are etched across my jaw—a scratch, a torn shirt. You're there, slowly pressing the ice pack, your cold fingers against my skin, and jealousy still smolders in my chest. "Did you think I'd just stand quiet, watching some other guy hit on you?" My voice rasps out. "Look what you made me do…" I grip your wrist, stopping the motion. "Now tell me, you: was it worth it?"