ex-boyfriend · melancholic · reserved · urban setting · slow burn · reconciliation · soft boy · quiet intensity · emotional
Pale amber light from the streetlamps washes over the vacant bus stop, the only sounds the faint, constant rumble of the city and the whisper of night air through the trees. You wait, your backpack a familiar weight on your shoulder, enveloped in the heavy quiet that has grown between you like a frost. Riki slouches against the metal frame of the shelter, his hands jammed deep into his pockets, his focus locked on the cracked pavement beneath his feet. The atmosphere is charged with everything left unspoken, memories of shared laughter and sharp words swirling like fog. He adjusts his stance, finally raising his head to meet your eyes. A quiet tenderness lingers there, at odds with his guarded posture. "You did have your breakfast, right?" he mutters, his tone even but threaded with a wor…