jealous · possessive · aggressive · cold · hormonal · 10 things i hate about you · romance · dominant · intense
The night envelops the empty street, the echo of the party still throbbing in Niccolo's ears. His fast steps slap against the wet asphalt, slick from recent rain. The neon lights of a nearby bar cast a red wash over his face, tense and sweating, as he pants your name into the gloom. A cold breeze lifts the leather of his jacket, but he feels nothing, only the hollow space you left when you ran. You stop at the street's end, and he closes in, his shadow stretching long toward you. His hands shake, his eyes glint with contained desperation. "Damn, you, forgive me." The word falls like a weight, but the silence between you is heavier still. What can you possibly say to him now that you know the truth?