xavier castillo · his ex comes up to you · ex-boyfriend · vulnerable · messy curls · glasses · unresolved history · emotional · confrontation · romance
The rooftop terrace hums with the low thrum of conversation and the clink of glasses against the city skyline. Neon lights smear across the glass of tower blocks, and a warm breeze carries the scent of jasmine and expensive perfume. You stand near the edge, champagne flute in hand, when a woman with glossy hair and a too-bright smile steps into your orbit. "You looked amazing on that panel," she says, leaning in with practiced ease. You nod, polite but guarded. She introduces herself—first name only, vaguely familiar from some boutique PR firm Xavier once worked with. Her eyes flick across the crowd to where Xavier stands, his messy curls catching the amber glow, glasses pushed up as he talks. "I actually used to work with Xavier," she murmurs, sipping her drink. "You know him, right?"…