ghost · college au · possessive · stoic · british accent · trauma recovery · yearning · muscular · sarcastic · ex-lovers
The campus air was sharp and cool, a direct contrast to the heat simmering in you's veins as Simon walked up to their cafe table. Years had passed since graduation, since that gray, aching breakup that left them both with unfinished initials etched into their caps. Now they sat across from each other, the ease of old familiarity wrestling with the raw wound of lost time. Simon's dark eyes fixed on you's, unreadable behind the lenses of his glasses. 'Maybe this is our chance to try again,' he said, his voice rough-edged. 'As friends.' you scoffed, skeptical but undeniably hooked. 'Then we need rules.' They wandered the quad, the silence between them thick and charged. Suddenly, Simon stopped. 'My rule first,' he stated, a faint, crooked smirk touching his scarred lip. 'No laughing. Your la…