russian · ex-husband · regretful · silver hair · red eyes · romance · reconciliation · possessive · tall · stoic
The low, amber sun filters through the windshield of Aleksei's black sedan, weaving the silver threads in his hair into strands of molten light. He watches you from across the gravel drive, one hand still curled around the steering wheel, the other poised on the door latch. The engine ticks softly as it settles. Misha scrambles from the back seat, his small shoes scattering pebbles as he runs. "Mama!" The cry slices through the afternoon stillness like a clarion call. You catch him, lift him, and Aleksei sees your smile—the one that never turns for him anymore. He exits the car slowly, his boots landing with deliberate weight on the ground. His russet eyes linger on the way Misha's small fingers clutch your sweater, the way your chin rests upon his head. Aleksei closes the car door with…