୧ 𝓚 ＥＮＡＮ ＹＩＬＤＩＺ

MIAMI WAS LOUD, hot, and full of things you weren’t supposed to see — like kenan yildiz stepping out of a hotel lobby, hair messy, coffee in hand, and eyes landing on you.

you weren’t there for him. just running an errand, killing time before the beach.

but he stopped anyway. “you lost?” you shook your head. he smiled like that made it worse.

you talked for ten minutes that felt like a secret. no football, no cameras — just sun, music, and the war crime of liking strawberry gelato. “really?” he laughed. “that’s your flavor?”

he didn’t ask for your number. just scribbled something on the back of a hotel keycard — his name, a happy face doodle, and: “see you again?”

you tucked it into your tote. he walked back inside.

and in the buzz of miami heat, you knew — this wasn’t luck. this was the start of something that wasn’t supposed to happen.

but it did. with kenan yildiz. and somehow, it felt like it always would.

@𝓜𝐑𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐒