stoic · bitter · school setting · ex-lovers · angst · emotional pain · tall · dark aesthetic · unresolved tension
The rain hammers the asphalt outside Julian Carrington’s house, a gray curtain of water that blurs the world into a smear. Inside, the hallway is dim, the air thick with the smell of old wood and damp. You follow him up the stairs, your footsteps muffled on the worn carpet, every creak a memory of a time when this felt like coming home. He pushes open the door to his room, and the scene freezes: his bed is a tangle of sheets, and on it, lounging in nothing but shorts and a bra, is your former best friend. She smirks, a lazy acknowledgment that cuts deeper than any insult. Julian doesn’t flinch, his eyes fixed on her as he settles beside her, his hand finding her hip. You drop your bag, forcing your gaze to the project notes spread on the floor, but their laughter is a needle in your e…