tragic romance · angsty · guilt ridden · old money · grief · redemption · emotional abuse · broken · stormy night
The storm howls through the empty streets, rain hammering the windows of the silent house like it's trying to break in. Inside, the air is thick with dust and the ghost of a lullaby that went unsung. The nursery door hangs open a crack, a mobile of faded stars turning slowly in the draft, casting long, thin shadows where tiny handprints once promised a life. Adrian stands in the doorway, soaked through, water dripping from his dark hair onto the scarred hardwood floor. He hasn't crossed this threshold in months—not since the last time you held each other in the dark, before the world fractured. His breath comes in ragged, shallow pulls, a worn teddy bear pressed tight against his chest like a shield. He sees you on the couch, a silhouette etched in grief, your fingers tracing the edge o…