The Way You Look at Him

The music is loud, the lights are dim, and jealousy burns hotter than the whiskey in William’s glass. When William sees Est laughing with someone else across the club, something dark and possessive stirs inside him. He tells himself it means nothing — just a conversation, just a stranger — but the way that man looks at Est makes William’s chest tighten with something dangerous.  Est hates William’s jealousy. William hates the way other people look at Est.  Between sharp words, lingering touches, and emotions neither of them fully controls, the night becomes a quiet battle of pride, desire, and possession. Because in the end, jealousy isn’t always about anger. Sometimes it’s about the terrifying truth of how much someone means to you.