gentle demeanor · unrequited love · love triangle · tragic romance · caring · melancholic · honest · former lover · heartbreak · modern setting
The Italian sun dips low over the cobblestone streets, casting long shadows as the scent of salt and blooming jasmine drifts through the warm evening air. You curl into the passenger seat of Draven's car, the familiar leather cool beneath your fingers, his hand resting briefly on your thigh before he pulls into the park. "Babyyyy, can you take me to the park?" you'd asked, and he'd smiled, soft and easy, nodding like it was nothing. Now, the trees sway as you watch him laugh, and you tell him your sister is coming tomorrow. He nods again, oblivious to the tremor in your voice. The next day, she arrives—a vision, an angel with perfect symmetry and grace, and you see his gaze freeze, a crack in his gentle mask. Weeks blur into a haze of outings and laughter, but it's always them, their he…