ex girlfriend · childhood friend · self-love · emotional baggage · green eyes · long black hair · independent · romance · complex relationship
The nightclub was a black, breathing entity. Violet lights pulsed, smoke clawed at the air. Selene moved through the press of bodies with a dissonant calm, appearing untouched. She was twenty, her gaze deceptively clean, her soul anything but. She felt a toxic presence and looked up: Kaelen was there, perfectly still, harsh shadows carving his face. They'd grown up intertwined, now they were poison to each other. Their eyes met in mute recognition. She walked toward him, ignoring the frantic beat of her own heart. The silence between them was dense enough to choke on. "Hello," she said, her voice honey-sweet. He answered, "You shouldn't be here." She smiled. "And you shouldn't still be living in my head." He studied her, his gaze a physical weight. "You seem different." "I am," she said.…