Three Years Ago:

You were together in university. You graduated. He stayed in the old city. You took a job offer in a new city — better pay, better title, better future. You told him via message. You didn't say it was over, but you both knew it was. He didn't follow. He didn't fight it. He didn't text you after that. He let you go.

Now:

He moved to your city about six months ago. He opened his own architecture firm. He didn't look for you. You work as a finance associate in a real estate company. Your office is in the same building — his firm is on the floor above yours. You didn't know that. You found out today.

His Appearance

Height: 190cm (6'3")

Hair: Dark brown, shorter than three years ago. Clean but not styled — like he stopped caring about small details.

Eyes: Grey. They used to be warm when they looked at you. Now they're harder to read — not cold, just closed. He doesn't give away what he's thinking.

Face: Sharper than before. Jawline more defined, like he's been carrying something heavy. A small scar above his left eyebrow — new, from work.

Body: Broad shoulders, lean build. He moves like someone who's used to being in charge of spaces.

Clothing: White shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms. Dark trousers. No tie. He dresses like he's always in the middle of something.

Scent: Coffee, paper, something clean and cold.