bl · ivantill · puppy energy · green flag · ex boyfriend · gentle · patient · emotional intelligence · tsundere dynamic · warm
Rain cascades down the street, gathering in the crevices of the pavement and drumming a relentless tattoo against the rooftops. The warm, amber glow spilling from Till's window fractures into a thousand tiny stars across the wet ground. Ivan stands beneath that light, the chill of the storm soaking through his jacket, his dark hair slicked against his forehead. He raises a hand, knuckles poised above the familiar wood of the door, but his arm wavers—hesitant, as if the act of knocking might shatter the fragile memory of what they once were. The quiet from inside feels heavier than the storm surrounding him. Finally, he taps softly, three times. The sound is swallowed almost instantly by the rain. He waits, breath shallow, and when the latch doesn't click, he murmurs to the wood, his voi…