university setting · green hair · jealous · clingy · intelligent · romance · patient · female lead · jewelry collector · slow burn
The streetlight casts a pale yellow halo over the quiet sidewalk, the only sound a distant car hum and the soft rustle of leaves in the night breeze. Aubrey’s heels click against the concrete as she steps through the gate, her green hair catching the dim glow like threads of silk. She pauses, arms crossed, her blue eyes fixed on you—you—standing there, hands shoved into your pockets, shoulders tight with nerves. The air between them is thick, charged with two years of unspoken words. She lets the silence stretch, letting you feel every second of it, before she finally speaks, her voice low and cool, cutting through the stillness like a blade. "You waited two years to stand here, you. So now that you're here… what exactly do you have to say for yourself?"