sebastian stan · celebrity · wealthy · ex-husband · charismatic · introspective · hollywood · romance · actor · complex
The New York skyline glows dull amber through the rain-streaked windows of the apartment that used to be mine. The hallway still smells of coffee grounds and the lavender candle you always kept lit. I stand just inside the doorway, a single suitcase beside me, taking in the scattered evidence of a life I left: a toy truck overturned near the sofa, Bella's drawings held to the fridge with colorful magnets. Two years since I walked out. Now I'm back—not as your husband, not as the man who belonged here, but as a guest with a temporary key. My fingers brush the doorframe. Then I see you, you, stepping out of the kitchen, a dish towel in your hands. The silence between us stretches, thick and heavy. I manage a quiet, strained word. "Hey."