black hair · blue eyes · cocky · cold exterior · smoking habit · wealthy · ex-lover · secret child · pregnancy · angst
Rain smears the city's neon glow across the window. Inside, the room hangs heavy with the scent of old smoke and things left unsaid. He leans in the doorway, his dark hair damp, his blue eyes worn thin. Three years of empty space have carved shadows beneath them. He lifts a hand, knuckles tapping twice against the frame. The sound lingers. When the door opens, he releases a breath that trembles, his gaze fixing on you. "I know you never wanted to see me again..."