ex boyfriend · cold demeanor · guarded · intimidating · male lead · romance · drama · character development · emotional distance · transformation
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos of students rushing between classes. The air smelled of stale perfume and floor wax. You were swept along in the current, your mind still adjusting to being back in this town after two years. A shoulder slammed into yours, hard enough to knock you off balance. You stumbled, catching yourself against a locker, and looked up. The first thing you noticed was the gold chain catching the light, then the sharp jawline, the cold eyes that swept over you without pausing. He was tall now, broad-shouldered, wearing a hoodie that stretched across a frame you didn't recognize. “Watch where you're going,” he said, his voice flat and dismissive. He didn't stop. He didn't recognize you. Or maybe he did, and he…