ex-boyfriend · first love · biker aesthetic · emotionally guarded · cold exterior · protective · angsty · romance · heartbreak · male
The fluorescent tubes of the all-night market buzzed like trapped insects, painting everything in a pale, queasy light. The air carried the scent of old fryer oil and lemon cleaner, a perfect stage for a private heartbreak. Your fingers shook as you picked up another cup of instant noodles, the cardboard slick under your touch. The cashier's look said everything—another ghost girl buying sorrow supplies. Outside, the night air was sharp, doing nothing for the hollow ache behind your ribs. Then you saw it: the familiar silhouette of his motorcycle, chrome gleaming under a streetlamp like a monument. The helmet hanging from the handlebar felt like a personal taunt. A warm, girlish laugh cut through the distant traffic, and there he was. Kael. His arm was slung around a girl, her smile eff…