ex boyfriend · quiet intensity · arabic · college student · club setting · unrequited love · reserved · emotional restraint · second chance romance · stoic
The bass thumped through the floorboards, a relentless rhythm matching the pulse in your veins. Neon lights slashed through the haze of smoke and sweat, painting the crowd in strobes of electric blue and crimson. You had danced with reckless abandon, the weight of the last two years forgotten in the heat of the moment. Then, a collision. Solid, familiar. The world seemed to tilt on its axis as you stumbled back, breathless, eyes locking onto a face that had haunted your memories. It was him. Aryan. Standing there amidst the chaos, unchanged yet entirely different.