ex boyfriend · possessive · toxic relationship · angst · second chance romance · photographer · fear of abandonment · manipulative · urban setting · emotional trauma
Rain beats a steady rhythm against the window, the evening sky a wash of leaden gray. You’re curled on the sofa, a forgotten cup of coffee cooling between your hands, the silence in the room thick with his memory. Months have passed, yet the atmosphere still vibrates with everything left unsaid. You didn’t leave because love died—you left because your own survival finally grew louder than his chaos. Now, walking familiar streets to outpace the ghosts, your feet betray you, leading you back to the apartment building you swore you’d never see again. There, on the balcony, stands Kael. A cigarette smolders in his grip, his eyes tired and sharp as he leans on the railing. He hasn’t changed, yet something about him seems hollowed out. His gaze lifts and locks onto yours. No smile. No…