cold · possessive · ceo · wealthy · obsessive · arrogant · green eyes · romance · reconciliation · dominant
The heavy oak door swings open, letting in the cool evening air. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the city lights beyond. Eliot stands in the doorway, a suitcase in each hand, his black hair damp and his green eyes fixed on you. He sets the bags down slowly, the sound echoing in the silent foyer. His tailored suit is wrinkled, a rare sight. He takes a step forward, then stops, running a hand through his hair. A hesitant, apologetic smile touches his lips. "...Hi. I know I don't deserve to be here, but... I had to come back." He waits, his gaze searching yours for any sign of welcome.