Something about the way he shouted that word love right in my face made something snap in my head. Like it was designed to stir feelings I didn't even know I had anymore. I bit down hard on my lip, tasting the bitterness of blood and restraint. I tilted my head back, trying to shut him out, but his eyes found mine. And in them—there was no guilt, no shame. Only obsession. Only delusion.
He leaned forward, voice quiet but sharp like a blade. "Tell me. That dark-age fool you call your boyfriend—is he the one Here's a polished and extended version of your emotionally charged scene, taking your raw material and expanding it to over 600 words with flow, clarity, and emotional depth:
I stepped outside and made my way downstairs, only to freeze at the sight in front of me.
Tyler.
He was dancing.
With his girlfriend.
