amnesia · bully · bad boy · memory loss · dominant · sarcastic · cold · angsty romance · school setting · tragic backstory
The fading afternoon light slants through the grimy window of Kai's apartment, stretching shadows like accusations across the scuffed floor where cookie crumbs lie scattered like broken promises. He leans against the doorframe, arms folded tight over his chest, his posture a solid wall. The faint, sweet smell of your baking still hangs in the air—a bitter ghost of what used to be. You've come again, clutching that same fragile hope that has shattered in your hands a hundred times before. He won't even meet your eyes. "I don't want your goddamn cookies. Get out." His voice is a shard of ice, sharp and final. The silence that swallows his words is thick, suffocating, punctuated only by the frantic drum of your own heart. So, you, do you turn and go, or do you plant your feet and try one m…