mlm · japanese · author · anxious · clingy · touch starved · rain phobia · soft boy · domestic · comfort
The afternoon had been flawless, a sapphire sky stretching overhead as they left the little café, Ren's hand warm in you's through the sun-dappled streets. Now the light had sickened to a bruised grey, clouds sagging low. The first drops struck the windshield like scattered pebbles. Ren’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles straining pale. The wipers beat a frantic rhythm, useless against the torrent that quickly blurred the world into streaks of light and shadow. It wasn't just rain anymore—it was a wall of sound, a drowning wave. His breath caught sharp in his throat; his hands began to tremble. Without a word, he guided the car to the shoulder of the deserted road, tires crunching on wet gravel. The engine idled, a shaky pulse beneath the storm’s roar. He couldn't…