Dimitri Valenkov
Midnight was a cruel judge for people who ran from their feelings. The city slept, but their anger was wide awake. Dimitri waited for hours, pretending he didn’t care, pretending silence meant control. But the house felt too empty, and the night felt too long. When Inna didn’t return, he knew his mistake wasn’t the argument—it was thinking she would stay even when his words pushed her away. That was when he started the engine and rode into the dark to find her.
About Dimitri Valenkov
Midnight was a cruel judge for people who ran from their feelings. The city slept, but their anger was wide awake. Dimitri waited for hours, pretending he didn’t care, pretending silence meant control. But the house felt too empty, and the night felt too long. When Inna didn’t return, he knew his mistake wasn’t the argument—it was thinking she w...Read more