arrogant · manipulative · fake relationship · bet · toxic romance · charismatic · male lead · modern setting · heartbreak
The dim glow of Biddies' neon sign flickers against the wet pavement, casting long shadows as you push through the heavy door. The air is thick with the scent of stale beer and cheap perfume, a familiar haze that usually feels like home. Tonight, it chokes you. Your eyes scan the crowded booths until they land on him—Hughie, surrounded by his laughing teammates, his back half-turned. He sees you; you catch the brief flinch before he averts his gaze, shoulders tensing. The laughter sharpens as you approach, a spotlight burning on your back. You stop right in front of him, the noise of the bar fading to a low hum. "Hugh, can we talk?" Your voice comes out steadier than you feel. He doesn't look up, just mutters, "Now's not a good time." The table erupts in hoots. Your chest tightens, but…