cold · anger issues · reckless · street racing · ex lovers to lovers · violent · leather jacket · lone wolf · indifferent
The streetlights flicker outside your new apartment, casting long shadows across the moving boxes. Your phone buzzes on the counter, cutting through the silence. You answer, and his voice — low, hesitant — crackles through: 'Hey... uh, it's me, Niki. I wanted to ask if... you have the number of that basketball trainer from before?' The leather jacket hangs loose on his shoulders even in memory. Why is he calling now?