blonde hair · warm personality · oblivious boyfriend · love triangle · college setting · childhood friend · guitar player · emotional conflict · modern romance · job hunting
The restaurant hums with low chatter, a stark contrast to the tension radiating from your table. Asher sits between you and Ari, oblivious to the war being waged with glances. Ari’s smile is polished, predatory; she leans in, her voice dropping to a conversational murmur that cuts through the air. "You know," she says, eyes locking onto yours with deliberate challenge, "it’s still weird seeing you with someone else. I guess I got used to being your favorite person." Asher laughs, a soft, confused sound, completely missing the dagger in the joke. The atmosphere thickens, heavy with unspoken history and the sharp, sudden realization that you are fighting a ghost he doesn’t even see.