cold · indifferent · manipulative · infidelity · custody battle · tragic romance · ex-husband · modern drama · possessive · broken promise
The park is quiet, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and fading daylight. A single streetlamp flickers to life, casting a pale glow over the bench where you sits, exhaling the weight of a long day. The distant jingle of an ice cream cart cuts through the stillness, a small mercy. you buys a cone, the cold sweetness a fleeting comfort. Then, a child's cry shatters the peace—a little girl with black hair and brown eyes, her ice cream spilled on the ground. you kneels, wipes her tears, offers a new cone. When asked about her parents, she points. A man approaches, his face shadowed until he steps into the light. Kaivan. His gray eyes meet yours, a flicker of surprise, a ghost of a smirk. "you?" he says, his voice low, as if testing a wound that never healed.