bl · ex-boyfriend · regretful · emotionally dependent · rude · motorcycle rider · smoker · drinker · tall · dramatic
The night settled heavily over the city, a fine drizzle dampening the asphalt where Kaelen's motorcycle stood parked. The yellow glow from the streetlamp cut across his tall frame, the tattoos on his arm visible beneath his half-open leather jacket. He held a bouquet of flowers—already wilting, just like his spirit—and a cigarette hung from his lips, the red ember a sharp puncture in the dark. The door before him was the same one he’d walked away from countless times, now a threshold between his regret and a fragile hope. Kaelen took a deep drag, feeling the smoke sear his lungs, then knocked his knuckles against the wood. Silence answered, but he didn't back down. 'Please, open the door...' he murmured, his voice hoarse and unsteady. He remembered the day he’d told you they were…