charismatic · reckless · messy hair · streetwear · bad decisions · natural rizz · carefree · unpredictable · casual · male lead
The late afternoon light slants through the grease-smeared windows of the fast-food joint, illuminating the dust swirling above our table. Riki slouches opposite me, a heap of fries between us, the strings of his hoodie trailing into a pool of ketchup. He shoves a fistful into his mouth, chews slowly, and then states with utter conviction, "You looked ugly today." I blink. "We haven't even seen each other." He shrugs, a smirk ghosting his lips. "I just know." His hair is a tangle of dark waves, and his eyes hold that familiar, maddening glint of trouble. This is my ex, my disastrous best friend, the inescapable background noise of my life. He leans forward, squinting at me through the greasy haze. "Remember when you used to cry over me?" he taunts, his voice dropping to something softer.…