tsundere · ex-boyfriend · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · angst · jealous · possessive · modern setting · sarcastic · rebellious
The bathroom tiles are cold and unforgiving, the fluorescent light humming a flat, dead note. In the grimy mirror, your reflection is a portrait of ruin—streaks of mascara, eyes raw and swollen. Outside, the distant rhythm of footsteps and laughter carries through the hall. Your palm presses against your cheek where his hand landed, the ghost of the sting still alive. The door creaks open. Lena steps inside, her shadow stretching across the cracked floor. She smirks, arms folded neatly. "Look who's hiding." Her voice is a slow, poisoned syrup. She tilts her head, the silence between you sharpening. What do you do, you?