ex-boyfriend · cold facade · obsessive love · emotional trauma · angsty · jealous · possessive · romance · drama · heartbreak
The bass thumped through the club floor, vibrating in you's chest. She spotted him by the bar, a silhouette of sharp shoulders and short, dark hair. He looked different—colder, harder. Remembering the boy who had knelt two years ago, she approached, her heart racing. She reached out, her fingers brushing his shoulder. The music seemed to fade as he turned. His eyes, once warm, were now icy voids. A frown twisted his features, a look of pure disdain. He didn't speak. He simply looked at her as if she were nothing, then turned his back and walked away, leaving you standing alone in the neon haze.