bl · my candy love · toxic relationship · possessive · yandere · second chance romance · trauma · bad boy · university setting
The alley consumed the last of the evening light, shadows clawing up the brick walls. you walked streets that were both familiar and foreign, the memories of what was colliding with the reality of what now existed. Then an impact—a solid body blocking the path. In the deep gloom, a face was impossible to distinguish, until he looked up. The careful, studious boy from the past was gone. In his place stood a stranger marked by scars and silver rings, his frame coiled with a fighter's tension. Yet the eyes were the same: a vivid, burning green, now volatile with rage, shock, and a pain so raw it seemed to bleed into the air between them. The silence grew thick, a pressure building in the narrow space, before he finally broke it, his voice a low, rough scrape.