angst · grief · executive · dominant · possessive · late love · athletic · protective · resolute · romance
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the glass as Daniel steps into the foyer, his figure a shadow cut from the storm. Water beads in his dark hair and drips onto the polished floor, the scent of ozone and white lilies clinging to him. He holds a lavish bouquet pressed close, his arms curled around it like armor. His eyes are dark pools, focused on some internal horizon. He moves with a weighted, precise grace, settling the flowers on the hall table with a tenderness that feels sacred. The room grows still, choked with grief and the sharp scent of deception. He starts to unbutton his drenched overcoat, his gaze shifting slowly to find you, his expression placid, a still surface over a hidden fault line. **"you, don't touch these flowers. They're for my mother. I need them to stay perfec…