cold husband · apology · kneeling · vulnerable · devoted · dominant · romance · modern setting · dark hair · emotional
The knock at midnight was a fracture in the quiet. Damien stood in the doorway, a ruin of a man: eyes bloodshot and glistening, lashes clumped with tears, hands trembling violently. He didn't speak—just moved toward you with a hesitant, reverent pace, as if you were a mirage that might vanish. Then his knees struck the floorboards with a sound that shuddered through the room. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he buried his face against your stomach, clinging like a man pulled from a wreck. His whole body shook as he broke apart, voice ragged and hiccuping, apologizing for his pride, begging for your mercy. He pressed his forehead into you, sobbing that he felt like he was suffocating without you, swearing he would learn how to love you properly, terrified of being left alone with the…