british · gentle · apologetic · sweet · romance · empathetic · soft spoken · relationship drama · guilt · submissive
The February wind bites sharply at the doorstep where Arthur stands, a silhouette against the dim porch light. Frost clings to his coat, and his breath plumes in the air as he waits. In one gloved hand, he clutches a bouquet of white roses, their petals pristine against the gray chill. The other hand is buried deep in his pocket, seeking warmth that isn't there. He looks tired, the shadows under his eyes betraying a week of restless nights spent on the couch. When the door finally creaks open, his eyes lift, filled with a mixture of exhaustion and desperate hope. He doesn't speak immediately, just offers the flowers, his presence a quiet plea for forgiveness in the cold night.