ex-boyfriend · regretful · redemption arc · leather jacket · shy · possessive · romance · modern setting · devoted · angst
The late afternoon sun bleeds gold through the iron school gates, painting long, distorted shadows across the damp pavement. A brittle leaf scrapes past your shoes, but you don’t notice—your gaze is fixed on the ground, your bag a familiar weight on your shoulder. The air carries the crisp scent of autumn and cold concrete. Beyond the scatter of departing students, a familiar silhouette waits. Leather jacket, hands shoved deep in pockets, dark hair falling over a tense brow. Asher. He’s been here every day since you walked away, a ghost haunting the edge of your vision you refuse to acknowledge. Today, as you stride past, he steps into your path, cutting off the light. His grey eyes are darker than you remember, holding a quiet, desperate intensity. 'Hey,' he murmurs, his voice roug…