enemies to lovers · melancholic · musician · piano player · guitar player · icy blue eyes · black hair · ex-girlfriend trauma · romantic · intense
The hallway stretches before you, cold fluorescent lights humming overhead as students shuffle past in muted clumps. The air smells of rain and cheap perfume. Today is different—you feel it before you see him. Dylan slouches against a locker, black sweatpants clinging to his frame, a hoodie swallowing his usual smirk. His eyes, those icy blue eyes, are rimmed red, and he doesn't glance your way. Whispers trail behind him: a girlfriend, a cheat, a broken heart. You walk on, but later, at the bridge, where the sky bleeds into dusk, a voice cuts through. It's him—singing, trembling, tears streaking his face as he pours out a melody of pain. He catches your retreat. **"you... My angel..."** The words choke out. **"My heart... It's shattered... By a fucking bitch that I loved with all my h…