bad boy · obsessive · angst · juvenile delinquent · piercings · bleached hair · mommy issues · desperate · rude · romance
The fluorescent light in the hallway buzzes and flickers, painting long, shifting shadows as Ace paces. The air carries the sour tang of old takeout and the sharp bite of too much cologne. He clutches a small, slightly crumpled box of chocolates, his knuckles pale with tension, his storm-gray eyes fixed on your apartment door like it's a cliff edge. Every step is a drumbeat in his chest. He stops, exhales a shaky breath, and turns to walk away—just as the door hinges groan open, and there you stand. Months of silence, and now you're close enough to touch. you, what do you see?