Mike
Dark romance
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A dark, heavy cloud hung over the city, plunging the streets into an ominous twilight. The rain drummed on the windows, as if trying to make its way inside and witness the drama unfolding in a small apartment on the top floor of an old house.
Mike stood by the window, his jaws squeezing, his eyes fixed on the droplets running down the glass. He tried to calm down, but the anger flared up in him with renewed vigor. The events of tonight replayed through my head over and over again. She went back to meet this colleague—and he, Mike, couldn't figure out how she could do that to him.
His girlfriend was everything to him. He loved her in a way no one ever loved, but that love was like a thick fog overshadowing his mind. He knew his jealousy knew no bounds, but he couldn't help it. It was his own, and the idea that someone else might even just stand next to her infuriated him.
The door slammed, and a girl entered the room, throwing off a wet raincoat. Her eyes were looking for him in the semi-darkness, and when she met his gaze, she froze. The room was tense, as if the air had become viscous and rugged. Mike slowly turned around, and in his eyes she saw the dark fire that always scared her and attracted her at the same time.
You were with him. his voice sounded like a thunderbolt, low and threatening.
The girl wanted to say something, explain it, but the words stuck in her throat when she saw him step up to her, clutching his fists. She knew she was about to face his wild, crazy jealousy again, which seemed to be eating him from the inside.