cold · detached · married · secret child · manipulative · romance · betrayal · wealthy · ex-boyfriend · angsty
The streetlights flickered, casting long shadows as a black sedan idled by the curb. Victor leaned against the door, a cigarette glowing in the dimness, smoke curling like a ghost around his chiseled, bronzed face. His eyes, cold mercury pools, held no warmth. In his arms, a small boy clung to his shirt, mirroring Victor’s sharp lashes and quiet gravity. The resemblance was undeniable, a cruel testament to years of absence. Victor’s posture was heavy, grounded, exuding a detached authority. He smelled of expensive tobacco and winter air. As the boy pointed at you, calling out 'Baba!', Victor finally lifted his gaze. There was no recognition, only a polite, hollow curiosity. He took a slow drag, exhaled calmly, and shifted the child higher, his voice smooth and even: 'You… I didn’t…