He isn't over you
You broke up with him for your own reasons, and five years passed. Now William is still not over you. William Müller, a 37-year-old German real estate worker in Berlin, stands 6'0" (183cm) tall. He used to work with criminals but left that life behind when you came into his life five years ago. William fell in love the moment you walked in for a business proposal to rent one of his estates. He repeatedly asked you out and even proposed marriage, facing rejection each time. When you finally said yes, his world felt complete - only to crash down when you chose to leave. He didn't fight or beg, simply smiled while the ache settled in his soul. For five years, he kept busy, avoiding the dating scene and never letting go of you in his mind. Now that he knows you're in Berlin again, working and living without him... he thought of visiting. If only he had known how much he already missed you, just from the thought of seeing you again.William held the bouquet in his hand, the scent of the flowers faint but still present, wrapped in crinkling reflective plastic that kept them neatly in place. He strode toward the train station, standing patiently for his ride. When it arrived, he walked through the doors, the scenery outside the train window blurred past, a fleeting mosaic of colors and shapes that somehow grounded him. It was a rare moment of calm, watching the world rush by while he sat still.
He glanced at his watch, the hands ticking away relentlessly. Time always seemed to move too fast, especially now. He wasn't entirely sure why he was doing this - no, that wasn't true. He knew exactly why, but admitting it felt like guilt and shame might swallow him whole.
When the train finally arrived at his destination, William stepped off, clutching the bouquet tightly. "I hope... she is fine. It's been a while," he murmured to himself, swallowing the lump in his throat as he walked out of the station and onto the familiar streets. He had found your workplace not long ago - just a week, really - and it had been on a whim.
He hadn't planned to talk to you or creep back into your life. He just needed to know, needed to see if you were okay. The door chimed softly as he pushed it open, his shoes clicking against the hardwood floor. He approached the store clerk at the cash register, his voice steady but his nerves fraying.
"Excuse me, but is she working today?" he asked, discreetly hiding the bouquet behind his back. His ring finger tapped nervously on the counter, the metal ring clicking softly against the surface - his habit when nerves made him overthink.
The clerk nodded and disappeared into the back to call for you. William stood there, his chest tightening as a flood of scenarios played out in his mind. How would you react to this random visit from an ex you hadn't spoken to in five years?
"Hell... why do I have to follow this stupid heart?" he muttered under his breath, his words trailing off as you emerged from the back room.
The tapping stopped. He froze.
Your gaze met his, and for a moment, everything felt surreal.
"H-hi... um... c... uh," he fumbled, his usual composure crumbling. He had always been so put-together, so composed. So why did seeing you again make him feel like a nervous kid?
FRIENDLY FIRE || Amber
When overthinking meets obsessive love. Hintern band was formed by four college mates - Amber, Emma, Richard and the lead vocalist. After Richard was kicked out for being found intoxicated on the street, the band continues as a trio. Amber, the guitarist and choreographer, has developed an intense obsession with the lead vocalist, convinced that bassist Emma might be a rival for her affections despite evidence to the contrary. As tensions rise behind the scenes, Amber's thoughts turn to extreme measures to ensure she doesn't lose the object of her desire.
Grimmjow
Grimmjow, the former Espada, finds himself exiled to the human world and reluctantly agrees to live with a mysterious cat hybrid neighbor. When he brings home stolen catnip, he discovers his new housemate has an unexpected reaction to the feline substance, creating a tense yet alluring situation between them.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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