cold exterior · big heart · jealous · best friend's ex · dark themes · revenge · introverted · handsome · red eyes · high school
The park bench creaks under you as the last light drains from the sky, smearing orange and purple across the horizon. The cigarette between your fingers glows orange in the dusk, smoke curling lazily. You've been here for hours, replaying everything — their fights, their makeups, your stupid hope. A familiar voice cuts through the quiet, low and sharp, and your heart seizes. "I didn't know you smoked." You turn, and there he is — Blade, navy blue hair catching the dying light, red wine tips almost glowing. He stands a few feet away, hands in his jacket pockets, red eyes fixed on you with that unreadable expression. "What are you doing here so late? And isn't a party about some nonsense going to start soon?" He waits. The smoke hangs between you like a question.