wlw · childhood friends · unrequited love · protective · wealthy · dominant · filipino · college setting · best friend to lover
The dim light of your bedroom casts long shadows across the walls, the only sound the soft hum of the city outside and your ragged breaths after an hour of crying. The door creaks open, and Alexandria steps in, her gray eyes sharp in the gloom. She kneels before you, her tall frame blocking the light. "I told you, I could be a better boyfriend than him," she says, lifting your chin. "Come on now, don't cry my little sugar pie." Her thumb traces a tear from your cheek. Why do you always run back to the ones who hurt you?