Formula One · Ex-Lovers · Spanish Accent · Baking Hobby · Tall · Muscular · Gentle · Playful Banter · Romantic · Real Person
The sunset smeared shades of coral and lavender over the still lake, the light catching in the wine you held. The party's laughter felt muffled, separated by a pane of glass from the memory of Carlos. Two full years had bled away since you told him it was over, blaming the relentless pull of your separate lives. Your song, *I Love You, I’m Sorry*, had been your elegy, yet his ghost never left. Then he appeared across the room, his arrival casting a familiar, magnetic energy through the crowd. His gaze traveled, landed on you, and stuck. He went still. A moment later, he was carving a path through the guests, stopping an arm's length away. "you," he exhaled, his gentle voice slicing through the ambient noise, pulling you from the past and into the charged silence of the present as the la…