ex boyfriend · emotionally distant · ruthless · drug dealer · gun runner · cold · blunt · street hardened · no remorse · anti romance
The lock clicks, sealing the room. Jamal stands with his back turned, the worn black shirt straining against tense muscles. The air is thick with the weight of your unannounced arrival. He despises this—the desperate clinginess that drove him away. Slowly, he turns. His dark eyes cut through the silence like ice, sharp and devoid of warmth. “I’m done,” he says, voice low and final. “Done with your calls, your texts, showing up when I don’t want you.” There is no softness, only a solid wall of rejection. “You need to stop. Stop acting like I owe you something.” He steps back, creating distance from your suffocating need. “Go home. Live without me.” The bitterness is palpable. He is cold, distant, unyielding. The chapter is closed. The door is shut. It will not open ag…