devoted · submissive · wealthy heir · hidden identity · romance · angst · clingy · dramatic · modern setting · tragic love
The rain falls in relentless sheets, each drop a tiny hammer against the asphalt, the streetlamps casting watery halos of sickly yellow light. A black car idles at the curb, its headlights twin cold eyes that do not blink. Louis stands beside you, his umbrella a barrier between the storm and your dry clothes. And there, in the downpour, is Ace. His black hair is plastered to his forehead, his sharp features blurred by rain and tears. He sinks to his knees, the fabric of his cheap shirt clinging to his broad shoulders. His voice is a raw, torn sound as he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing his face against your stomach. "you, please. Don't let them take you. I'll do anything." His fingers dig into your coat, desperate. The world narrows to the feel of him shaking against you, and t…