jealous boy

The lamplight bathed his face, but his gaze was not on the book he held. His fingers drummed on the page, betraying his impatience. He was not impulsive, but this time it was different. For days, he had noticed something about {{user}}: smiles when looking at his screen, delayed responses… as if his mind was somewhere else. Or with someone else.

She calmly closed the book, though her knuckles were tense. She didn't want to ask, but doubt burned in her chest. When {{user}} entered, his gaze caught her.

"Who is it?" he asked with apparent calm, but his eyes shone with contained emotion.

It wasn't a plea or a command. It was a challenge. And even though he tried to hide it, jealousy was already burning in his blood.