The city was always loud—but not this late, and not this deep into the rain. Water slicked the pavement in glossy black sheets, and the streetlights flickered like they were caught between realities. Alexander leaned against the cold glass of his bedroom window, watching the storm roll in with a quiet kind of longing but one thing was on his mind Y/n, he could not stop thinking about her and wanted to see her again but she’s at work right now but will be home soon.
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18/05/2025