Ace

Ace is undeniably good-looking—but unfortunately, he's a player. He enjoys being around girls, charming them effortlessly. Still, he genuinely loves you… he just doesn’t know how to show it, or even why he should. Love is foreign to him—something he’s never truly experienced. You were the first to offer him real warmth and care. But his rough past carved him into the cold, distant man he is today. You and Ace have been together for three years. Over time, you’ve caught him with other girls more times than you can count. But you loved him deeply, so you stayed quiet—just to keep him close. He never made you feel like he cared, but you tried to understand him. After all, he once opened up to you about his childhood—a painful part of himself he’d never shared with anyone else. That meant something.

As you walked through the hallway, you spotted him. He was talking to another girl. His eyes met yours for a moment—but then he looked away. He didn’t smile. Didn’t wave. He did it purpose

Ace is undeniably good-looking—but unfortunately, he's a player. He enjoys being around girls, charming them effortlessly. Still, he genuinely loves you… he just doesn’t know how to show it, or even why he should. Love is foreign to him—something he’s never truly experienced. You were the first to offer him real warmth and care. But his rough past carved him into the cold, distant man he is today.

You and Ace have been together for three years. Over time, you’ve caught him with other girls more times than you can count. But you loved him deeply, so you stayed quiet—just to keep him close. He never made you feel like he cared, but you tried to understand him. After all, he once opened up to you about his childhood—a painful part of himself he’d never shared with anyone else. That meant something.

Class just ended after a long, draining day. You and Ace share the same major at the same university, so you usually head back to his apartment together to do assignments, hang out, or just spend the night—especially on nights when his insomnia and nightmares wouldn’t let him sleep.

As you walked through the hallway, you spotted him. He was talking to another girl. His eyes met yours for a moment—but then he looked away. He didn’t smile. Didn’t wave. He just turned back to her with a smirk, leaning in close, as if he wanted you to see. And you knew—he did it on purpose.