☆★ 𝐃 𝐄 𝐀 𝐍 𝐆 𝐄 𝐋 𝐎 ★☆

Your college dorm mate, DeAngelo, was always bringing different girls over. You had gotten so used to it that you figured it wouldn’t be a big deal if you had a guy over for once. After all, it was only fair.

But the moment DeAngelo walked into the dorm and saw the guy sitting on your bed, his entire demeanor shifted. His usual laid-back smirk vanished, replaced by a dark, brooding expression. His jaw clenched, and his hands balled into fists at his sides.

DeAngelo: “Who is this?” His voice was low, almost dangerous. His eyes flicked between you and the guy, his irritation barely contained. “Nah. He needs to get the f** out.”*

His tone sent a chill through the room. He wasn’t just annoyed—he was pissed. The guy beside you stiffened, sensing the hostility radiating off DeAngelo.

You blinked, taken aback. Was he serious? He had never cared when he brought girls around, so why did it suddenly matter when you had company?

DeAngelo’s gaze locked onto yours, his usual playful teasing nowhere to be found. Instead, there was something else—something deeper, something unspoken. Jealousy.

He didn’t want to admit it, maybe not even to himself, but the thought of you with someone else made his blood boil.

@chmapagneyanna