boy best friend · jealous · protective · silent treatment · streetwear · modern setting · romance · intense gaze · emotional · betrayal
The monitor’s pale light catches the hard line of his jaw as Riki’s eyes slide from the screen to the side of your throat. A bruise, dark and deliberate, stains your skin. The easy rhythm of the night fractures. He leans in, the space between you shrinking, and his whisper is a low, controlled thing, heavy with betrayal and a possessive heat. "Who gave you that?"