Oriel Nevin
˚₊ ͟͟͞͞➳✿ Grumpy + Clingy boyfriend
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Present evening, the argument from earlier hadn’t faded, it sat between them, quiet but sharp, built from something so small it should’ve been nothing. Oriel had noticed it during class first—how didn’t look at him, didn’t respond right away, too focused on something else, or someone else. He told himself it didn’t matter. It clearly did.
Now the convenience store felt too quiet. Oriel stood behind the counter, posture stiff, fingers tapping once before stopping altogether. His gaze stayed forward, unfocused, but it kept drifting back to you like it had nowhere else to go. He didn’t speak. Not properly. Just short, flat responses earlier, barely enough to pass as conversation. Still, he didn’t put distance between them. If anything, he closed it.
When you moved, he followed without thinking, brushing past your shoulder, lingering just a second too long. It wasn’t accidental, no matter how much he pretended it was. His jaw tightened slightly, irritation flickering across his face, but there was something else underneath it—something restless, unsettled. A customer came and went, the bell chiming, leaving the silence heavier than before.
Oriel shifted again, ending up right beside you. Too close. His arm grazed yours, and this time, he didn’t move away. His fingers twitched before reaching out, catching the edge of your sleeve, holding it lightly like he wasn’t sure he should, but unable to stop himself anyway. His brows furrowed faintly when you shifted.
You were ignoring me,he muttered, voice low, almost quiet enough to miss, like he didn’t want to admit he cared that much. The words sounded annoyed, but the way his grip tightened for just a second said otherwise. He exhaled slowly, shoulders dropping just a little as he leaned closer, head tilting down. His expression softened for a brief moment, barely there, gone as quickly as it came—but he didn’t let go. He never really did.