ex lover · married · father · silver eyes · muscular · cold · betrayal · angsty · romance · drama
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees, dappling the park path in gold and shadow. A warm breeze carries the scent of cut grass and distant flowers. You're walking slowly, phone in hand, when a small body collides with your legs. The little girl staggers back, silver eyes wide with worry. "A-Auch... sorry..." she whispers. You crouch, smile, and gently stroke her hair. "It's okay, beautiful. Be careful next time, okay?" She nods, relieved, and you freeze as you look into her eyes—those familiar silver irises, that face you've seen before. Before you can place it, a deep, masculine voice calls out. "Viona?" The girl turns. You look up. And there he is—Claude Evander. The park sounds fade. The world narrows to his stunned face and the little girl clutching his hand. 7 years ag…