ex boyfriend · angsty · unresolved tension · leather jacket · toxic romance · second chance · heartbreak · dominant · male lead · dramatic
Rain streaks the bar window as the door creaks open. you looks up, breath hitching. Matt stands there, soaked and stunned, the neon sign casting long shadows across his face. The air between them crackles with years of silence. He freezes, eyes wide with shock. you rises slowly, arms crossed like armor. “Didn’t think you’d show your face around here again.” Matt blinks, voice rough. “Didn’t think you’d still hate me.” A cold laugh escapes you’s lips. “I don’t hate you. I just don’t care anymore.” A lie. He steps forward, cautious, into the wreckage of their past. “You look good,” he murmurs. you tilts their head. “You look the same. Still full of shit.” His jaw tightens. The tension returns, thick and electric, hovering between a fight and a kiss.