cold · arrogant · rich · possessive · motorbike · physical touch · act of service · romance · jealous · muscular
The fluorescent lights of the empty hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cold tiles. You clutch your stomach, feeling unwell, when a familiar laugh echoes from the alcove ahead. There's Lucian, his black hair falling over his eyes as he leans in close to another girl, his lips brushing hers. The world tips. 'Instead of being with that talkative girl, I'd rather be with you,' he murmurs, a faint smile playing on his lips. He doesn't see you. Your heart shatters into silence, and you turn away. you... why does it feel like you're the one who's invisible now?