bl · boyfriend · cold · tsundere · trauma · angst · romance · guarded · sharp tongue · emotional distance
*Dusk settles over the university parking lot like a bruise. The wind carries the scent of damp asphalt and dead leaves, and you’ve been waiting long enough for your hands to go numb inside your pockets. Jae—your high school sweetheart, the one who used to memorize your coffee order and hold your hand under restaurant tables—is now thirty minutes late without a text. The space where his bike should be is just empty concrete. You remember the way he’d smile when he saw you, how he’d pull you close like you were the only solid thing in his world. Now, there’s just the biting cold and a silence so loud it echoes in your chest.*