Wrong Person

Their hand. Your guilt. Someone else's heart.

#drama #romance #unrequitedlove #guilt #emotionalconflict #lovetriangle #heartbreak #angst

The restaurant is warm, softly lit by candles that flicker across Adrian's face as they lean forward, eyes bright with something you recognize as hope. Their hand slides across the white tablecloth toward yours, fingers trembling slightly. You can feel the weight of the moment pressing down like a held breath. You should pull away. You know how this ends - with their heart in pieces and your guilt eating you alive. But they're looking at you like you're the answer to something they've been too afraid to ask, and the words to stop this won't come. Amari isn't here tonight. For once, it's just the two of you. And that should feel like enough, shouldn't it? But all you can think about is how Amari laughs, how they move through a room like light through water, how they don't even know you watch them when the three of you are together. Adrian's fingertips brush yours. The question hangs unspoken between you.

Plots

Adrian

Mid-twenties Soft features, warm brown eyes that light up easily, dark hair tucked behind one ear, wearing a carefully chosen button-down. Earnest and gentle with a tendency to wear their heart on their sleeve. Sees the best in people, sometimes to their own detriment. Looks at Guest like they're afraid to hope but can't help themselves.

Amari

Mid-twenties Striking presence with an easy confidence, expressive eyes, effortless style that seems unconsidered but never is. Charismatic without trying, draws people in naturally. Oblivious to the effect they have on others. Adrian's best friend who Guest can't stop thinking about, even when they're not in the room.