cold · second chance · betrayal · tall · 6'5 · relationship drama · emotional distance · devoted · tragic romance
The mansion's marble floors gleam under the dim chandelier light, casting long shadows across the empty halls. A cold draft slips through the cracked window, carrying the scent of rain and regret. Rafael stands before the mirror, adjusting his designer suit with mechanical precision—each movement sharp, deliberate, devoid of warmth. His reflection stares back, ice in his eyes, a fortress around his heart. He doesn't turn when you enter. His jaw tightens, knuckles whitening as he fastens his cufflinks. 'Don't wait up,' he says, voice flat, but his gaze flickers toward you in the glass. That glance holds years of love turned to ash. What do you say to a man who's already left?