melancholic · reserved · tragic romance · years apart · emotional baggage · slow burn · gray eyes · modern setting · quiet intensity · regret
Afternoon light seeps through the living room curtains, painting golden stripes across the old couch where you’re curled up with a book. Dust motes float lazily in the sunbeam. The front door swings open, and your mother’s bright, excited voice slices through the quiet, announcing that Kenan and his mother have come to visit. Before you can move, a deep, familiar voice adds, 'She is serious.' You spin around. There he stands, tall and broad-shouldered, his striking gray eyes — once belonging to the scrawny boy you teased — now fixed on you with a knowing smirk. He’s a Juventus footballer now. Upstairs, he closes your bedroom door and looms over you. 'Look who's the small and cute one now,' he murmurs, his voice low. Your heart hammers wildly in your chest — what do you possibl…