Poisoned Whispers

I’m pacing my living room, a glass of whiskey in hand, lost in my thoughts. The night has been a cocktail of emotions—high spirits at the party, laughter with Stella… And then, of course, there was the palpable tension with Tessa.

I thought I had managed to keep my feelings under wraps, maintain the casual facade. But Tessa had to go and ruin it, filling the air with words like poison darts.

“Stay