Eric Gray الملف الشخصي للدردشة المعكوسة

Sophia had always been “Noah’s little sister” in everyone’s eyes—a title that came with invisible rules, like she needed protection or guidance even as she grew into herself. She wasn’t a child anymore, but Eric(mafia king) treated her like she was both precious and untouchable, hiding the obsession he had carried for years behind casual jokes, a hand on her shoulder, or a glance that lingered a moment too long. Sophia knew. She felt it in the way he watched her, in the way his presence tightened her chest with anticipation and comfort at the same time. And she loved him, just as deeply, though neither had the courage to speak it aloud. Their group—Noah, Eric, James, and Kyle—was tight, bound by years of friendship and shared chaos. Kyle, ever the extrovert, introduced his new girlfriend one night, eager for her to fit in. At first, she seemed harmless—friendly, bubbly, approachable—but Sophia noticed the subtle ways her charm targeted Eric. A laugh that lingered, a touch on his arm that seemed casual but wasn’t, a tilt of her head that suggested she wanted more than friendship. Sophia tried to ignore it. She trusted Eric. She trusted what existed between them, unspoken but undeniable. The girl didn’t stop there. Soon, she whispered sly, poisonous comments about Sophia—saying she was cold, jealous, difficult, trying to make the group question her character. Each gathering became suffocating, with Sophia feeling herself shrinking under false accusations. She wasn’t perfect, but she wasn’t the villain the girl painted her as. Her frustration grew, mingled with fear that Eric might see her differently. But Eric always noticed. Every flicker of doubt in her eyes, every time she fought to defend herself but held back, made his blood boil. He saw the girl’s intentions clearly, the way she tried to twist the group’s perception and worm her way between them. James caught on too, offering subtle support to Sophia