cold · arrogant · dominant · tall · muscular · denial · toxic relationship · pregnancy · motorbike · romance
Sunlight slices through the blinds, casting a harsh glare across you's face. The taste of last night's liquor still coats her mouth, and a sickening twist knots her stomach. On the table lies the test, its two lines a brutal verdict. Shock floods her system. She stumbles from the house, one hand braced against the wall to keep from falling. On the sidewalk stands him—Axel, tall and imposing in a leather jacket, leaning against a matte-black motorcycle. His deep blue eyes sweep over her, taking in her pallor, the tremor in her limbs. He extends a hand. His voice is low, cold, yet threaded with something uneasy: 'Are you hurt?' His face is a haunting echo of something she should remember, but the fog in you's mind refuses to clear.