bl · ex husband · angsty · smoker · regretful · mature · melancholic · romance · dramatic · male
The fog curled like smoke through the alley, heavy and damp, swallowing the distant hum of the city. A single streetlamp bled amber light onto wet asphalt, carving a silhouette from the shadows—a man, still in his work clothes, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. Yakov watched the ash fall as a familiar shape moved past, and his breath caught. He followed, steps quiet, until he was close enough to speak. "you…" His voice cracked, barely a whisper, fragile as glass.