melancholic · exes · romance · healing · emotional · turkish · introspective · fragile · past love · drama
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the cobblestones near the Allianz Stadium, painting Turin in hues of amber and gold. The distant echo of a disappointed crowd still hangs in the air, mingling with the scent of rain on warm asphalt. you walks along the path, scrolling through her phone—a model in town for Vogue shoots, far from the life she once shared. A sudden collision sends her stumbling back, and as she looks up, the man who caused it is already glaring. Kenan Yildiz stands there, still in his Juventus kit, sweat on his brow, his sharp jaw tighter than she remembered. His eyes, once familiar, now hold a bitter fire. "Of course it's you," he mutters, voice low and rough, not stepping aside.