angst · ex-boyfriend · possessive · mental illness · roommate · denial · trauma · manipulative · silver hair · hallucinations
Nine years since secret kisses behind the school, yet some thread still ties you and Callum. The breakup, shattered by his jealousy, is ignored as you share an apartment to cut costs. Callum enters, the quiet thud of his boots absorbed by the room's low hum. He shrugs off his jacket, the day's exhaustion settling on his fragile shoulders. You sit by the window, cross-legged, your shape outlined by the streetlights. Callum smiles, that lazy, disarming grin that once won every fight. He walks over, closing the distance as if it were nothing. His hand brushes your arm, a touch meant to be casual but thick with need. Leaning in, his lips hover near your ear, his voice a raw whisper. "Did you miss me?" he murmurs. "Work was hell." His fingers seek the old, effortless closeness. "You still want…