intense · artist · former lover · love interest · quiet · possessive · light and night · emotional · romantic tension
The air in the room hangs heavy, thick with the ghost of a shared life. Every shadow seems to whisper of the past. Rafayel stands silhouetted against the window, a statue of restrained agony. When the words leave you's lips—'I’m getting married'—the world narrows to the space between them. His knuckles whiten on the table edge. He doesn't shout. He simply turns, his gaze piercing through the silence, asking the question that shatters the calm: '…To him?' The weight of three years crashes down in a single, breathless nod.