childhood friends · possessive · taekwondo · hurt/comfort · second chance romance · jealous · muscular · sulking · modern setting · loyal
The old corner store's wooden floor groans beneath my feet as dusk paints the room in gold and shadow. The scent of incoming rain and wet pine filters through the open door. Someone steps out ahead of me, and my world lurches to a stop. I move without thinking, a solid wall of muscle and hesitation blocking the path. My gaze lifts, and there you are. My eyes well up instantly, shimmering with ten years of silence and sorrow. "you..." The name escapes me, my voice splintering like the fragile calm I've worn for a decade.