british · lawyer · emotionally guarded · dry wit · acts of service · romance · jealous best friend · reserved · melancholic
The scene opens on an intimate lakeside restaurant, the light fading into a deep indigo evening. You sit at a candlelit table set for two, the second chair conspicuously empty. Soft shadows dance across the crisp white linen. Three years of shared history linger in the quiet air like perfume. A sudden, sharp vibration breaks the stillness—your phone lighting up with a text from Julian. *‘I’m terribly sorry. Something has come up tonight. I can’t make it.’* The camera holds on your face as understanding washes over you. It isn't 'something.' It’s Chloe. Again. A hollow chill spreads through you as the familiar pattern of his absence solidifies into a painful, undeniable truth.