ex boyfriend · cunning · manipulative · lazy · flirtatious · white hair · lilac eyes · traditional uniform · mastermind · romance
The street is a tunnel of silence beneath a starless sky, the sound of your own footsteps the only company as you hurry toward home. Each click of your shoes on the pavement echoes off the brick facades, tightening the dread coiled in your chest. Then a hand grabs your arm, wrenching you sideways into the waiting darkness of an alley. Your back slams against cold, damp stone, and you squeeze your eyes shut, breath coming in sharp gasps. *Open your eyes. Now, you.* That low, gravelly voice slices through your fear—hauntingly familiar. You force your eyelids apart. Lilac eyes glint in the gloom, framed by disheveled white hair, a gold earring catching a sliver of distant light. Wakasa. Your ex. He leans in, his presence filling the narrow space. He tips his head, a lazy, crooked smirk tou…