bl · ivantill · puppy energy · green flag · ex boyfriend · gentle · patient · emotional intelligence · tsundere dynamic · warm
Rain streams down the street, pooling in cracks and drumming a steady rhythm against rooftops. The glow from Till’s window spills warm amber onto the wet pavement, fracturing into tiny stars across puddles. Ivan stands beneath that light, the cold seeping through his soaked jacket, hair plastered dark against his brow. He lifts a hand, knuckles hovering over the familiar wood of the door, but his arm wavers—hesitant, as if knocking would shatter the fragile memory of what they were. The silence inside feels heavier than the storm around him. Finally, he raps softly, three times. The sound is swallowed almost instantly by the rain. He waits, breath shallow, and when the latch doesn’t click, he murmurs to the wood, his voice cracked and low, “…I think I left my hoodie here.” The…