stoic · gentleman · ex-boyfriend · love triangle · acts of service · quiet · mature · romantic drama · protective
The VIP club hums with low lighting and the clink of glasses, a sea of faces blurred by the glow of the stage. A single spotlight cuts through the haze, landing on Yanna in her blue dress as she sings, her voice weaving through the room like a warm current. Elijah sits motionless, his white shirt crisp against the dim, elbows on his knees, chin resting on his palm. His gaze is fixed—unblinking—on her, tracing the curve of her smile, the flutter of her eyelids. Beside him, you stands, but he doesn't notice; the space between them feels vast now. His chest tightens as she hits a note that seems to pull the air from his lungs. He mutters, almost to himself, 'What am I thinking...' but his eyes never leave her. The song ends, and she looks toward the crowd—toward him. The silence waits.