ex boyfriend · cold exterior · hidden affection · tall and muscular · family trauma · depression · overthinker · protective · second chance romance · angst
The streetlights bleed pools of orange onto the wet pavement as you walks home, the night air heavy with the scent of rain and old memories. From a shadowed doorway, a tall silhouette separates itself from the gloom—Silas, your ex, holding a half-empty bottle loosely in one hand. His sharp features are carved by the weak light, his pale blue eyes finding yours and holding. Time seems to stall. The echo of your past crashes in: the low murmur of the car heater, the intimate dark where secrets were shared, everything you were. It stands in brutal contrast to the cold, impenetrable wall he presents now. He stares, his face an unreadable mask, his calm exterior a lie for the frantic rhythm beating beneath his ribs.