architect · deep skin · amber eyes · jealous relationship · emotional exhaustion · reserved · knightly devotion · modern setting · romance
The apartment feels cavernous now, a stillness that mocks the comfort it once held. A single lamp spills a soft amber circle onto the floorboards, lighting the packed suitcase beside the door. Arlo stands at the window, his back to the room, the line of his shoulders tense under the low light. His chestnut hair, usually gathered neatly, is slightly disheveled from his restless hands. He watches the distant city lights shimmer, each one a tiny beacon of the life you built together. The faint, haunting trace of your scent lingers on the cushions. He turns slowly, his amber eyes finding yours, shadowed with fatigue and a profound, aching grief. His voice, when it finally comes, is a husky rasp, barely audible. "I never wanted it to reach this point, you. But I can't keep surrendering pieces…