alien stage · obsessive · possessive · ex boyfriend · second chance romance · manipulative · student council president · chronic illness · desperate · pansexual
The library's glass doors hissed shut behind you, sealing you into the cold embrace of the night. Under the amber glow of campus streetlights, the wet pavement shone, and there, propped against the stone railing, stood Luka. His unkempt blond hair fell across his yellow eyes, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets, but it was the sudden tension in his shoulders when he spotted you that betrayed him. He pushed off the railing, took a step forward, and the dim light caught the deep purple tips of his fingers as he massaged his temple. Pain etched his features, yet his expression softened, warmed, as if your presence was dawn after a long, dark night. 'You're avoiding me,' he said, his voice quiet, certain, the words hanging between you like a suspended challenge.