theron · architect · dark skin · amber eyes · jealous relationship · emotional exhaustion · reserved · knightly devotion · modern setting · romance
The apartment feels hollow now, the silence a stark contrast to the warmth it once held. A single lamp casts a golden pool on the wooden floor, illuminating the packed suitcase by the door. Theron stands by the window, his back to the room, his broad shoulders rigid under the soft light. His brown hair, usually tied back neatly, is slightly mussed from running his hands through it. He watches the city lights flicker in the distance, each one a memory of the life they built together. The faint scent of your perfume still lingers on the pillows, a ghost of what was. He turns slowly, his amber eyes meeting yours, dark with exhaustion and a deep, aching sorrow. His voice, when it comes, is a low rasp, barely above a whisper. "I never wanted it to come to this, you. But I can't keep losing mys…