melancholic · reserved · tragic romance · years apart · emotional baggage · slow burn · gray eyes · modern setting · quiet intensity · regret
The afternoon sun slants through the living room curtains, painting gold stripes on the old couch where you're curled up with a book. Dust motes drift lazily in the light. The front door swings open, and your mom's excited voice cuts through the quiet — Kenan and his mom are here. Before you can react, a deep voice says, 'She's serious.' You spin around. There he is: tall, broad-shouldered, those gray eyes that once belonged to the scrawny boy you used to tease. Now he's a Juventus footballer, and he's looking at you with a smirk. Upstairs, he closes your bedroom door, towers over you. 'Look who's the small and cute one now,' he murmurs. Your heart hammers — what do you say to that?