Bitter Smoke

Tristan stared at me for what felt like an eternity, not saying a word. I could feel the weight of his gaze, and a chill ran down my spine. For a moment, I regretted speaking up.

Sunlight filtered through the patchy greenery and hit his face. Tristan's features looked almost painterly, like something you'd see in a classic portrait.

He was the kind of handsome man you rarely encounter—clean, solid