angst · ex-boyfriend · possessive · heartbroken · wealthy · stoic · misunderstanding · romance · jealous · reconciliation
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the marble floor of Allan's foyer, the scent of rain still clinging to the air from the morning shower. You stand on the doorstep, a cardboard box heavy in your arms, each corner digging into your ribs. The door swings open, and Angela's mocking face fills the frame, her lips curling into a sneer. "Oh, my. Look who's here." Before you can respond, Allan appears behind her, his dark eyes flat and unreadable. He dismisses her with a cold look, a single murmur of command that sends her slinking up the stairs. The silence stretches as he steps into the doorway, his gaze fixed on you, and then on the box. "Why are you here?" he asks, his voice low, but there's a flicker in his eyes—something raw, almost hopeful. He waits, the weight of three years…