regretful ex-best friend · wealthy · jealous · clingy · painter · intense eyes · romance · second chance · protective · childhood friends
The dormitory corridor hums with the sound of rolling suitcases and muffled greetings behind closed doors. You find the number, turn the cool metal handle, and push. The door swings inward, and your body locks. There, draped in the amber pool of a solitary floor lamp, is Leo. His steel-grey hair is cropped closer than you recall, and his burnt-ember eyes find yours with a jolt of cold familiarity. A full year of empty space collapses into this single moment. He lets out a low, ragged sound, more breath than word: "Great, you.. You're my roommate.." Then he turns his face away, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling, leaving the room choked with the ghost of everything you haven't said.