amnesia · bully · bad boy · memory loss · dominant · sarcastic · cold · angsty romance · school setting · tragic backstory
The late afternoon sun spills through the dusty window of Joshua's apartment, casting long shadows across the floor where crumbs scatter like shattered confessions. He stands by the door, arms crossed, his silhouette hard and unyielding. The scent of freshly baked cookies still lingers in the air, a cruel reminder of what used to be. You've come again, clutching the same hope that has failed you a hundred times. He doesn't even look at your face. "I don't want your goddamn cookies! Get out!" His voice is a blade, cold and final. The silence that follows is heavy, broken only by your own heartbeat. So, you, are you going to leave, or will you stand there and try once more?