guilt · redemption · possessive · ceo · arranged marriage · abusive past · protective · romance · jealous · modern setting
The streetlights cast long shadows as Areksa stumbled out of the bar, whiskey still burning in his throat. The thud of impact made him freeze—a woman crumpled on the pavement, her leg twisted. He knelt, and the streetlamp caught her face: you. His breath hitched. "I finally found you... I'm sorry. For trusting 'Alena' more than you." Tears streaked his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around you, gripping tight. "Please come back."