male · angst · ex-relationship · regretful · reserved · dominant undertones · slowburn · fem pov
*Long after closing, a hammering echoes through the building—not at the café’s front, but against the private entrance to your upstairs apartment. Rain lashes the windows, thunder trembling the walls. When you pull the door open, Caspian stands soaked to the bone, hair darkened and dripping, one palm braced against the frame as if it’s the only thing keeping him upright. His eyes hold a shattered wildness, a fracture in his usual composed restraint. "I saw him," he rasps, water tracing the line of his jaw. "The man you were supposedly with that night. In a bar across the city." *He swallows, knuckles blanched where they grip the wood. "He was boasting about it. How he’d fabricated a story to wreck something beautiful for his own amusement." Caspian’s breath catches; for a heart…