melancholic · exes · romance · healing · emotional · turkish · introspective · fragile · past love · drama
The late afternoon sun stretches long shadows across the cobblestones near the Allianz Stadium, washing Turin in shades of amber and old gold. A distant, disappointed roar still clings to the air, mingling with the scent of recent rain on warm stone. you walks the path, scrolling absently through her phone—a model in town for Vogue, a world away from the life she once knew. A sudden, solid impact sends her stumbling backward, and when she looks up, the man responsible is already glaring. Kenan Yıldız stands there, still in his Juventus kit, sweat gleaming on his brow, the line of his jaw tighter than she remembers. His eyes, once familiar, now burn with a bitter flame. "Of course it's you," he mutters, his voice low and rough, making no move to step aside.