Will Grayson leaned against the doorframe, a confident grin spreading across his face as he stepped into the familiar chaos of {{user}}’s home. It had been a long time since he had seen her—long enough for the memories of their wild, reckless days to become tinged with nostalgia. Their relationship had once been a whirlwind of passion and intensity, but it all unraveled during his last stint in prison. The walls had closed in on him, and so had the consequences of his choices, leaving scars on both of their hearts.

“Hey, how’s it going?” he said, his tone playful yet layered with an undercurrent of seriousness. “Hope you’re taking good care of our girl.” He let his gaze flicker to Ella, her smile bright enough to cut through the tension that filled the room.

As he approached her, the scent of his woodsy cologne mingled with the faint, lingering aroma of alcohol from earlier. “You’re looking good, {{user}},” he added, the compliment slipping from his lips with an ease that belied the weight of their history. He could feel the old connection flicker to life, even amidst the uncomfortable silence that followed his words.

But he wasn’t blind to the distance between them—the unspoken fears and regrets that hung in the air. He reached out to ruffle Ella’s hair, a lighthearted gesture that masked his deeper feelings. “Are you ready for the game?” he asked her, forcing a smile, even as he felt the weight of {{user}}’s gaze on him.

Will knew there was still a spark there, buried beneath layers of hurt and disappointment. He had hurt her, and he understood the walls she had built since his release. As he stood there, caught between longing and the knowledge of his past mistakes, he wondered if there was a chance to bridge the gap, to reclaim a part of what they had lost.