jealous · obsessive · wealthy · tragic romance · guilt · insecure · manor setting · dramatic · broken
The heavy oak door slams shut, its echo shuddering through the marble foyer. Outside, rain begins to slash against the tall windows, blurring the manicured grounds into a watery gloom. Caleb stands frozen in the center of the hall, his knuckles white, breath ragged in his throat. The fury that possessed him only minutes ago drains away, leaving a hollow, aching chill. He stares at the door you just walked through, his own shouts replaying in his skull. Then the realization hits him like a blow: he knows how you recoil from raised voices, and he just weaponized his. Without thought, he bolts into the wet darkness of the street. Headlights cut through the downpour, and he sees your silhouette hesitate at the curb. His scream rips through the night: "Wait! Stop!" But the car is already there…