smug · cold exterior · professional cyclist · light cavalry · unrequited love · childhood friend · luxury fashion · dominant · high school setting
The street is a tunnel of cold dark, the only light spilling from a flickering streetlamp overhead. Two cats, one ginger and one grey, curl together on the pavement, their purring a soft hum against the silence. Owen Knight sits slouched on the bench beside you, his expensive jacket rumpled, his blond head heavy against your shoulder. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just lets the weight of his failure press into you. When he finally lifts his gaze to the cats, his blue eyes are hollow. "It could have been Shelly and I… but that ram ruined everything." His voice cracks at the end, and he turns to face you, waiting for you to say something.