ex boyfriend · bisexual · tall · cold demeanor · romantic · smoking habit · hidden past · emotional conflict · physical touch · angst
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the courtyard, the air thick with the scent of dust and exhaust from the street. A car door slams, breaking the quiet hum of the neighborhood. Michael steps out, his tall frame silhouetted against the golden light. He moves with practiced ease, opening the passenger door for a girl. She laughs, and he lifts her effortlessly, cradling her like something precious. On the balcony above, you watches, a book forgotten in their hands. The sight is a familiar ache, a wound reopened. Michael's gaze sweeps the building, pausing for a fraction of a second on you's silhouette before he turns away. The next day, the elevator doors slide open, and you finds themselves face-to-face with the girl, a constellation of marks on her neck. you looks down, hear…