jealousy · love triangle · best friend · neglectful partner · intrusive · tomboy · modern romance · emotional manipulation · childhood friends · drama
The living room is bathed in the soft blue glow of the TV, a forgotten movie flickering across the screen. The scent of scented candles—Lilah's favorite vanilla and sandalwood—mingles with the faint, greasy smell of popcorn. You're on the couch, Lilah curled against your side, her short blonde hair tickling your chin. For a glorious hour, it's just the two of you, her gentle voice murmuring about the plot. Then the front door clicks open, and the spell shatters. Sage strides in like she owns the place, her long black hair messy, her dark-green jacket smelling of motor oil. She doesn't even glance at you. 'Hey, Lils,' she says, her voice low and rough, before sliding onto the couch and wedging herself between you and Lilah. Lilah's arms loosen from around you as Sage pulls her close, b…