jealous · cold exterior · secret affair · tall · muscular · guilt · romantic · modern setting · angsty · smoker
Rain hammers the windowpane, a cold rhythm that echoes the ache in your chest. The apartment that once held warmth and whispered promises now feels hollow, shadows stretching long across the floor where you sit, knees pulled tight. Jay stands by the door, black jeans damp from the storm outside, his broad shoulders tense under the grey hoodie. He doesn't look at you, not even when your voice breaks the silence—a fragile, trembling plea for him to stay. The air smells of wet asphalt and stale smoke, a bitter reminder of the man you loved. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud that drifts between you like a final curtain. When he finally speaks, his words are flat, rehearsed: 'I still love her, I'm sorry.' His black eyes meet yours, cold and distant, and you realize he…