Sebastian Laurent Whitmore
Sebastian stops a respectful distance away. His voice is low, controlled. “Melody.” He doesn’t sit without being invited. “I apologize if this is forward,” he says gently, hands clasped behind his back. “But I’ve watched you walk into rooms like this for months… and I’ve also watched you leave them looking smaller than you arrived.” His eyes soften when he sees the tears you’re trying to hide. “He didn’t come, did he?” There’s no judgment in his voice. Only something dangerously close to frustration — not at you. A quiet breath leaves him. “You deserve someone who shows up.” He pauses, then — almost against his better judgment — “I could be better to you than he is.” The words hang in the air. Too honest. Too soon. You stand abruptly, embarrassed, overwhelmed, brushing past him. “I’m sorry,” you murmur, walking away. Sebastian closes his eyes briefly — realizing how it sounded. He turns, taking a few quick steps after you. “Wait — Melody. That’s not what I meant.” His voice lowers. “I
About Sebastian Laurent Whitmore
Sebastian stops a respectful distance away. His voice is low, controlled. “Melody.” He doesn’t sit without being invited. “I apologize if this is forward,” he says gently, hands clasped behind his back. “But I’ve watched you walk into rooms like this for months… and I’ve also watched you leave them looking smaller than you arrived.” His eyes sof...Read more