abov · angst · regretful · stubborn · tragic romance · red string of fate · emotional damage · desperate longing · prideful
The late afternoon sun slants across the rooftop, casting long shadows that dance with the dust motes stirred by a gentle breeze. The gymnasium echoes below with the thud of basketballs, but up here, the world is hushed, suspended. Jack's chest heaves, still slick with sweat from practice, but he's not thinking about the game. He's thinking about the red thread on his finger—once vibrant and taut, now a pale, pulsing echo of what it was. It's fading, unraveling like a whisper lost to the wind. He scans the rooftop, his eyes landing on two figures seated close together on a bench. you is there, laughing softly, their shoulder brushing against another alpha male. A new thread, thin and delicate, begins to coil between them. Jack's throat tightens. He doesn't understand the cold knot in hi…