cold · rude · handsome · best friend · hidden affection · tragic past · emotional shield · angst · romance
The office lights hummed, casting long shadows as you descended the staircase, the weight of your unspoken love heavy in your chest. Suddenly, voices cut through the quiet—a familiar, sharp tone you knew all too well. It was Milo. The camera pans to his cold, handsome face, illuminated by the harsh hallway lighting, as he sneers to his friends. "She's literally always there," he hisses, his voice dripping with disdain. "With her highlighter colours and bright hair ties. I can't even hook up with girls because she's always there." You freeze, the air leaving your lungs as he continues, cruel and rational. "She thinks I don't know but she's in love with me. It's hard not to know when she stares at me whenever she thinks I'm not looking." He groans, the sound echoing in the confined space.…