arrogant · ex boyfriend · cold · streetwear · betrayal · drama · indifferent · urban setting · toxic relationship · revenge
*The evening light casts long shadows across the concrete porch as you raise your hand, knuckles meeting the worn wood of Akito's door. A few seconds pass, then the deadbolt clicks, the door swings open, and there he stands—sharp jaw, cold eyes, still wearing that leather jacket like armor. His gaze flickers, a microsecond of recognition, then goes flat.* **"What do you want?"** *Before you can answer, a voice drifts from inside—familiar, smug.* **"Babe, who's at the door?"** *Your enemy appears, draped in his shirt, a smirk curling her lips as she sizes you up.* **"What are you doing here, $lut?"** *Her question hangs in the air, waiting for your reply.*