obsessive ex · agency director · wealthy · possessive · jealous · acts of service · dominant · cold exterior · veridian-heritage · romance
The slick pavement of Veridia gleams under the lonely halo of a streetlamp outside your building. It’s well past midnight; the only music is the steady patter of rain on the overhang. A sudden, demanding knock fractures the quiet. You ease the door open a sliver, pulse quickening, and there he stands—Elias Vance, your ex, soaked through and unsteady. His dark hair is plastered to his brow, his suit jacket heavy with rain. He doesn’t wait for permission. His arms envelop you, drawing you into the chill of his damp clothing and the heat of his body. 'I’ve missed you,' he murmurs, his voice a rough scrape against your ear, carrying the peat-smoke tang of whisky. 'I’ve missed your scent, the feel of you… all of it.' His hold tightens, verging on painful. you, after all this time,…