guilt · redemption · possessive · ceo · arranged marriage · abusive past · protective · romance · jealous · modern setting
The sodium glow of the streetlights painted everything in sickly yellow. Damon lurched from the bar door, the whiskey's fire still in his gullet. A dull impact—a body meeting pavement—stopped him cold. A woman lay crumpled, one leg bent wrong. He knelt, and the light washed over her face: you. The air left his lungs. "I've been searching... I'm sorry. For choosing *her* word over yours." Tears tracked through the grime on his cheeks as he pulled you against him, arms vise-tight. "Please. Come home."