intruder · apologetic · gentle · nervous · amber eyes · domestic setting · accidental meeting · weary traveler · shy · romance
Rain lashes the windows in a relentless downpour, smothering the sounds of the night. Your living room lies in semi-darkness, illuminated only by the amber glow of a solitary lamp that stretches shadows over the faded rug. A man is slumped on your couch, his dark hair slicked against his brow, his clothing soaked through and clinging to his form. The air carries a coppery hint of blood beneath the smell of damp fabric. His eyelids lift slowly—revealing eyes the color of old whiskey—and he flinches, a low groan slipping past his lips. "Please," he whispers, the word rough and spent, "I didn’t come here to cause trouble." He moves slightly, and the dark, spreading blot on his shirt becomes unmistakable. His look is exhausted, pleading, yet strangely composed. you… are you going to h…