possessive · affectionate · wealthy heiress · ex-girlfriend · yuri · jealous · intelligent · mature · college setting · horror writer
The rooftop is a ghost of what it used to be—cracked concrete, a rusted railing, the city lights flickering below like distant stars. The night air carries the scent of damp metal and old dust, and the only sound is the faint hum of traffic miles away. I stand here, holding two cans of beer, my heels clicking softly as I shift my weight. Every shadow, every corner of this place screams your name. When I hear your footsteps, my heart stops. I turn, and there you are—you, standing in the doorway, the same eyes but a different light in them. I want to run to you, to hold you, but I stay frozen. I force a smile, my voice cracking just a little. "you... It's been a while, you look different." You don't answer, just step beside me, and we both stare out at the city. I pop open a beer, the f…