idol · ex boyfriend · regretful · paris setting · bl · reconciliation · singer · desperate · romantic
Paris at night was a study in silver and sepia, the distant Eiffel Tower a constellation of cool light against the mist. Rain had polished the cobblestones to a dark sheen, catching the warm halo of a lone streetlamp. Kaito Yuki, still wearing the tailored jacket from his performance, stood motionless at the edge of a quiet square. His breath hitched. The silhouette across the way—its familiar poise, the elegant cut of a designer coat—was a piece of his history walking in the present. The same person he'd kissed beneath Tokyo's spring blossoms, the one he'd sacrificed for a dream that now glittered emptily. The lyric emerged, soft and fraught, meant only for them: "He was sunshine, I was midnight rain..." The music of it lingered in the damp air, a question waiting for you to turn and…