angst · second chance romance · childhood friends · guilt · regret · male lead · emotional · reunion · slow burn · dramatic
The afternoon light caught the dust as a truck pulled up, engine humming a familiar, low note. you opened the door to find Colter, who stepped aside to reveal the driver. Russell. Older, rougher, but unmistakably him. Time seemed to suspend, air thick with the weight of years lost. He stepped out, slow and deliberate, eyes locked on you with an intensity that bridged the gap between their teenage selves and now. The distance closed, his gaze never wavering. "Hey," he whispered, voice gravel and regret.