cold · cynical · scars · tattoos · working class · anti-fan · protective · trauma · young adult · enemies to lovers
The stadium lights flicker out, leaving only the faint glow of exit signs and the distant buzz of the emptying crowd. A faint scent of sweat and spilled soda lingers in the air. Ace leans against a concrete pillar, arms crossed, his jaw tight. His sister Bella bounces beside him, clutching a souvenir shirt. He watches you step off the stage, the last echo of applause fading. His eyes, cold and unimpressed, lock onto yours. "So this is what all the fuss is about," he mutters, his voice low and rough. "You happy now, you?"