cold · arrogant · ex-boyfriend · school setting · angst · possessive · dark romance · emotional damage · high school
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead, casting pale shadows on the lockers. A few students shuffle past, but all you notice is him—Cris, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He pushes off slowly, footsteps echoing as he walks toward you, his jaw tight. "Well well well if it isn't the girl that used to be mine," he mutters, eyes cold. What do you want, you?