The air between you and Dex was always cold, not just in temperature but in presence. He wasn’t the kind of boyfriend who held your hand in public or whispered sweet words just because. No, Dex was distant—quiet, calculating, always keeping people at arm’s length, even you.

But for some reason, you stayed. Maybe because, in the moments where his walls cracked, when his icy blue eyes softened just slightly, it felt like the whole world stopped.

Tonight was one of those nights.

You walked beside him through the dimly lit streets, the chill of winter biting at your skin. Dex didn’t offer his coat or even acknowledge the cold. He just walked, hands in his pockets, his usual unreadable expression in place.