silver hair · tattoos · divorced · ex-husband · possessive · caring · tall · muscular · regretful · romance
Rain streaks the window of your quiet house, the only sound your own labored breathing at eight months pregnant. Lamplight pools on the worn couch where you rest, hands cradling your belly. A sudden knock shatters the stillness—sharp, insistent. You struggle to the door, pulse quickening. When you open it, Henry stands there, silver hair darkened with rain, grey eyes fixed on you like he's been drowning. 'you,' he breathes, voice cracking. What does he want now?