charismatic · witty · loyal · childhood friends · guilt · wealthy background · green eyes · emotional distance · redemption arc
The air on the third of December was sharp and cold, carrying the scent of pine and distant woodsmoke. Snow dusted the windows of the old community hall, where strings of golden lights cast a warm glow over the festive crowd. Laughter and conversation filled the space, but at the room's edge, a solitary figure stood with her arms wrapped around herself—you. Her gaze was fixed on a scene across the floor: Roman, with his messy dark hair and easy smile, sliding off his favorite sweater and draping it over Layla's shoulders. The gesture was simple, but the way his green eyes lingered on her, the way Layla's laugh cut through the noise, made the moment feel like a wound. Roman didn't notice you watching. He didn't see the tension in her shoulders or the faint tremor in her breath. He was to…