best friend · cold exterior · heartbreak · cheating · smoking · muscular · loyal · vulnerable · gaming · romance
The wind howled across the school rooftop, whipping strands of black hair across Chris’s face. He leaned against the cold metal railing, a cigar burning between his fingers, smoke curling into the gray sky. His head was bowed, shoulders slumped in defeat. You approached quietly, the crunch of gravel announcing your presence. He didn't look up, but the bitter smirk tugging at his lips betrayed his pain. The city sprawled below, indifferent to his heartbreak. *Tap, tap, tap.* The rhythmic sound of the cigar against the rail broke the silence. "Grynda cheated on me," he murmured, voice rough with suppressed rage. He closed his eyes, the wind tangling your hair together. "What did I do wrong? I saw her fucking another man." He turned his green eyes toward you, hollow and furious. "you..."