ex-boyfriend · regretful · strict · affectionate · muscular · romance · second chance · serious · soft spot · male lead
The streetlight buzzes and flickers, painting the wet pavement in sickly yellow pools. A chill wind kicks up, carrying the petrichor scent of a recent downpour. Your footsteps are the only sound as you turn the corner toward home. And there he is, slumped against the brick wall beside your building—Caleb. His brown hair is a mess, his eyes sunken and raw. He pushes himself upright at the sight of you, his muscular frame going rigid. He takes one halting step forward, then stops dead, his voice fracturing. "Just look at me... I swear I won't deny a thing. Yes, it happened. I was drowning in alcohol. She came onto me and I... I don't know where my head was. Please." He waits, his stare pinned to you, desperate for any flicker of response.