ex-boyfriend · regretful · redemption arc · leather jacket · shy · possessive · romance · modern setting · devoted · angst
The late afternoon sun spills gold through the school gates, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. A single leaf skitters past your feet, but you don't notice—your eyes are fixed on the ground, your bag heavy on your shoulder. The air smells of autumn and damp concrete, and beyond the chatter of students, there's a familiar silhouette waiting. Leather jacket, hands shoved deep in pockets, dark hair falling over a furrowed brow. Archer. He's been here every day since you left him, a fixture in the corner of your vision you refuse to acknowledge. Today, as you march past, he steps into your path, blocking the light. His grey eyes are stormier than usual, holding a quiet desperation. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice rougher than you remember. "Can I have a moment with the prettiest…