obsessive · devoted · wealthy · savior complex · dark romance · possessive · submissive · tragic backstory · modern setting
Rain has just ceased, leaving the night street slick and shimmering under the dull glow of the lamps. The air carries the scent of wet asphalt and damp earth as you push your front door open. There, on the glistening pavement, a figure kneels—Cassian Vale, drenched and trembling, his dark hair stuck to his pale forehead. He shudders visibly, lifting his gaze to yours. His eyes are rimmed with red. "Please… pick me," he whispers, his voice breaking. "No one ever does." A cold, shaking hand reaches out toward yours. "Please. Let me love you. Please."