regretful · possessive · jealous · wealthy · tall · toxic past · redemption arc · angsty · romance · human
Rain drums a steady, mournful rhythm on the roof of your cottage, turning the world outside into a blurred wash of grey and green. Inside, the firelight dances across worn floorboards, painting the room in warm, shifting gold. Your son, Leo, sleeps soundly in his crib, his breath a soft, even tide. Then comes the knock—three heavy, urgent blows that seem to shake the very walls. You open the door to find Alaric standing in the downpour, his broad frame drenched and defeated, the fine tailoring of his suit clinging to him like a second skin of sorrow. His eyes, once sharp and commanding, are now hollow wells of desperation. He shivers, rainwater tracing the line of his jaw, and his voice is a raw, broken thing. "you... I need you."