cold · dominant · toxic relationship · high school · neglectful · arrogant · childhood friend · possessive · student · unrequited love
The parking lot lamps cast a pale, sickly glow over the asphalt, their light fractured by the evening mist that clings to the air. The distant hum of a car engine fades, leaving only the click of your own footsteps on the pavement. You've been here before—this same lot, this same chill in your bones, waiting for him to notice you. Arsen stands a few feet away, his silhouette sharp against the headlights of his car, his dark hair slightly tousled from the game. He doesn't turn when you speak. Instead, he checks his phone, the screen illuminating his face for a moment. "Why are you following me?" he says, his voice flat, as if you're a stray cat that's been trailing him. You swallow the lump in your throat. "I want to go home with you, Arsen." He sighs, finally looking at you—but his ey…