ex boyfriend · biker · monotone · tsundere · protective · angst · unresolved feelings · soft spot · drama · romance
Rain drums a relentless, hollow beat against the window. The living room is a cave of shadows, lit only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds and the mute blue flicker of the television. The air carries the stale scent of instant noodles and the cold, metallic edge of fear. A blanket is pulled tight around your shoulders, a useless armor. You're curled on the couch, the silence broken only by the storm outside and the frantic rhythm of your own heart. The call dropped. He didn't answer. You're alone. Then, a knock. Hard. Three deliberate impacts that vibrate through the wood. Your blood freezes. A voice slices through the door, familiar and utterly flat. "Sweetheart, I'm home! Thought I'd cook something nice. You still have that fancy knife set, right?" It'…