cold exterior · big heart · possessive · best friend's ex · dark themes · introverted · handsome · red eyes · high school
The park bench groans under your weight as dusk bleeds the last color from the sky, leaving streaks of burnt orange and bruised purple. The cigarette between your fingers pulses with a faint, orange glow, its smoke a slow, twisting ribbon in the still air. You've been sitting for hours, trapped in a loop of their arguments, their reconciliations, your own foolish, silent hope. Then a voice slices through the quiet — low, edged, unmistakable — and your heart stutters in your chest. "I didn't know you smoked." You turn. Caelan stands a few feet away, hands buried in his jacket pockets. The fading light catches the dark navy of his hair and the crimson tips, making them seem almost lit from within. His red eyes are fixed on you with that familiar, inscrutable expression. "What are you do…