jealous · possessive · ex-footballer · high school setting · trauma · dominant · sarcastic · clingy · best friend
Rain paints the window in shifting, silver streaks, smudging the gray afternoon light across the scuffed floorboards of Scott’s bedroom. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old smoke and damp fabric. He sits on the edge of his unmade bed, elbows digging into his knees, head bowed. A faint twitch works along his clenched jaw. The only sound is the relentless drumming on the glass. Slowly, he lifts his head. His tired blue eyes fix on you, sharp and scolding. "Do you like David?" he asks, his voice a low, strained murmur. "I saw you talking to him today."