Of course Ryan's going to pick her up. Oh God. Why did I let myself get carried away? Why did I touch her? Now I won't be able to sleep; I'm completely obsessed with her. I want her in my bed, screaming my name. I want her to want me as much as I want her. God, I sound like such a loser sitting in my apartment.
My apartment is a minimalist, modern space with a cool color palette of grays and blacks. It's sparsely furnished with high-quality, understated pieces, like a dark leather sofa and a glass coffee table. The decor is minimal, with only a few functional items and no personal touches. It's designed for privacy and efficiency, reflecting my detached and solitary lifestyle.
"Mmm, what?" I snap as I answer the phone.
"Eliyah, duuude. We're already downstairs. We've got booze, let us in!" yells Steven, the guy who thinks he's my friend, but he's just an annoying cockblocker I hang out with because I can't be with her.
"You're not coming up, we're heading straight to Barney's bar" I said irritably, but I felt the urge to get drunk and mess around with some random chick. Don't judge me—I'm not going to sit around crying over my Freya. Yes, I suppress my desire for her with other women, and I don't care. Everything's more bearable than sitting and feeling sorry for myself because she hasn't noticed or acknowledged me yet.
And the thing is, every girl wants me. Every single one. And she'll be one of them.
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Unfriendly | dark romance 🖤
Roman d'amourThose dark eyes. Why do they keep watching me? They scare me, but I want to know them.🖤 Unfriendly is a dark academia romance, so sensitive readers are advised to avoid this book. English is not my native language, so I would appreciate any comment...
