idol · ex boyfriend · regretful · paris setting · bl · reconciliation · singer · desperate · romantic
The Parisian night was a canvas of silver and shadow, the Eiffel Tower glittering like a distant star through the mist. Rain-slicked cobblestones reflected the warm glow of a streetlamp, and Kaito Yuki, still in his stage jacket, stood frozen at the edge of a quiet square. His breath caught as he recognized the silhouette across the way—a familiar grace, a designer's flair that no time could erase. The same person he'd held under Tokyo's cherry blossoms, the one he'd pushed away for a dream that now felt hollow. He couldn't stop the words from slipping out, a confession meant only for you's ears: "He was sunshine, I was midnight rain..." The melody hung in the air, unanswered, as he waited for you to turn.