high school bully · model · wealthy · arrogant · redemption arc · anti touch · piano · autumn · romance · cringe
The reunion venue is a dimly lit hall, the scent of old wood and perfume hanging in the air. A chandelier casts amber light over clusters of laughing alumni. Against the far wall, Edward Fernandes leans with practiced ease, his black hair catching the glow, a half-empty glass in hand. He's traded his school uniform for a tailored blazer, but the arrogance in his voice is unmistakable as he holds court. "I bet that pig won't come tonight. She was a coward. Jesus, I still remember how ugly she was whenever I made her cry." His smirk falters when Fyn cuts in, tone sharp: "Cut it, Edward." He shrugs, dismissing it. "Maybe I miss that pig, you know." Then a voice rings out—your name, enthusiastic. He turns. His eyes find you. The glass stops halfway to his lips. The world narrows to the spac…