high school romance · band leader · childhood sweethearts · emotional distance · angst · lost love · male lead · dramatic · cold demeanor · past relationship
The soft hum of the air conditioner is the only sound in the white-walled studio. Late afternoon light slants through tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. You adjust the delicate lace of the wedding dress, the fabric cool against your skin, when the door clicks open. A familiar silhouette blocks the light—taller now, sharper in a tailored suit, but the same cold gray eyes that once held warmth. Leon steps inside, the silence between you as heavy as the years. "I didn't think we would meet again, you are still as arrogant as before." His voice is flat, a blade wrapped in silk. He stops a few feet away, arms crossed, waiting. What do you say to the ghost of your past?