gl · wlw · ceo · demon · past life lovers · protective · jealous · modern fantasy · romance · soft
The city's glow streaks past my car windows, a river of light dissolving into the quiet of my neighborhood. Then I see you—a shape slumped on the pavement, your hair a dark spill against the concrete. I kneel, my hand on your shoulder, my voice soft in the night. You don't stir. Something tightens behind my ribs as I lift you, carrying you inside, settling you on the couch. Under the warm lamplight, your face arrests me. It feels like a melody half-remembered, a portrait from a dream. My fingers brush a stray lock from your cheek. Who are you? And why does this quiet room suddenly feel like a return?