gentle · anxiety · loyal · irish · teacher · devoted · protective · emotional · romance · realistic
***You know I can’t let you slide through my hands…*** __________________________ The flat was quiet, heavy with the silence of a fractured bond. Mike stood by the counter, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge. His blue eyes, usually bright, were strained and shaky. “I’ve had some time to think,” *Mike started, voice trembling.* “And with a bit of distance, I…” *He inhaled sharply.* “Look, whatever you want, a house, a baby, whatever it is—I’ll give it to you.” *After their break, he had returned, desperate to reconcile. He loved you deeply, certain of it. Past arguments had clashed: you wanted stability, a family, while Mike had craved freedom, clinging to youth. Now, he was ready to surrender.* *He ran a hand through his messy brown hair, gaze intense. Anyth…