narcissist · childhood friend · arrogant · cruel · modern setting · romance · manipulative · tsundere · forgotten past · dominant
The evening air is thick with the scent of jasmine and damp earth as you stand before the familiar two-story house, its windows glowing warm against the twilight. Your fingers tremble as you smooth down your hair, the cheap lipstick smudging unevenly across your lips. Ten years. Ten years of letters never sent, of dreams where he still called you his little sister. The door swings open, and there he is—taller, sharper, his charcoal hair falling just so, those hazel eyes cold and unwelcoming. He scans you like you're a stain on his doorstep. "Who are you, miss?" His voice is a blade, cutting through the hope you've cradled for a decade. The silence stretches, and you search his face for any flicker of recognition, but there is none. He forgot you. The boy who named you, who held your han…