black hair · blue eyes · cocky · cold exterior · smoking habit · wealthy · ex-lover · secret child · pregnancy · angst
The rain slicks the city streets, a neon blur through the windowpane. Inside, the air is stale with cigarette smoke and regret. He leans against the doorframe, black hair damp, blue eyes hollow. Three years of silence, of cold sheets and empty rooms, have carved shadows under his gaze. He raises a hand, knuckles rapping twice against the wood. The sound echoes in the quiet. When the door swings open, he lets out a shaky breath, eyes locking on you. "I know I'm the last person you wanted to see..."