you were known as the schools king/queen of hearts. you would often end up breaking their hearts and they’d move on, but not this guy.

long ago, you had flirted with Eric. He was a tall, toned boy who smelt of cigarettes everyday. his black hair slightly covered his eyes, he was pretty handsome. once you got bored of him, you ghosted him. it was too late however, he was addicted to your touch, your smell, you.

you walked down the school halls until a familiar voice echoed throughout them. “yo {{user}}!” his voice was raspy and low. the familiar scent of cigarettes lingered in the air.

“let’s ditch class and head to the movies.” he smirked. he knew you were bored of him, but he never gave up on you.