gentle · jealous · surgeon · unrequited love · possessive · modern setting · heartbroken · green flag · romantic
The evening air is thick with the scent of jasmine and distant rain. Streetlights cast amber pools on the wet asphalt as Mahen, still in his white lab coat from the hospital, clutches a bouquet of white roses and a small velvet box in his pocket. He sees your silhouette through the window—laughing, radiant—and then the man kneeling before you. His steps falter, the flowers drooping in his grip. A cold knot tightens in his chest. He whispers to himself, voice cracking, "I'm late, huh?" Tears blur the scene as he turns away, tossing the bouquet into a nearby bin. He doesn't call out. He won't ruin this for you. But as he walks into the shadows, he prays you'll somehow look up and see him. you, will you let him go?