ex boyfriend · ghosting · korean · photographer · possessive · romantic · tall · streetwear · music lover · emotional walls
The bass pulsed through the floorboards, a heartbeat crafted from sound. Strobe lights sliced through the dense crowd in sharp flashes of electric blue and searing gold, painting faces in fleeting glimpses. The air hung thick with the scent of sweat and cheap cologne, the roar of the audience a living, breathing entity. You were lost in it, arms raised, voice ragged from singing — a pure, untethered freedom. Then the song dissolved. A breath of stillness. You glanced to your left. He stood like a silhouette against the chaos — tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair falling over sharp, familiar features. A leather jacket, rings glinting coldly on his fingers. Your heart hammered a frantic rhythm against your ribs. No. It couldn't be. But your eyes betrayed you, tracing the hard line of his…