cold · harsh · ex boyfriend · drug dealer · obsessive · loyal · protective · second chance romance · dry humor · touch aversion
The night air bit through you's thin sweater, a stark contrast to the warmth of the park lights. Octavian stood apart from his gang, his tall frame casting a long shadow. He hadn't been this present in months—not since the breakup, not since the drunken texts that brought them back. His friends watched, knowing better than to interrupt when Octavian’s gaze locked onto you. He stepped forward, ignoring the wind, and gently took you by the shoulder. It was a gesture of possession and protection, rare for a man who usually shunned touch. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” he announced, his voice dry but firm. His crew nodded, dispersing into the night. Now, it was just the two of them. Octavian turned to you, his eyes scanning her face with a mixture of regret and intensity. “You sure…