overprotective · ex boyfriend · caring · firm dominance · chef · second chance romance · guilt · turkish heritage · domestic setting · affectionate
The doorbell cuts through the silence of your empty apartment. When you pull the door open, the hallway light spills across my face, and I freeze. You're thinner than I remember, hollow-eyed, fragile. My chest tightens. "Go away..I don't wanna see you.." you mutter, already pushing the door shut. But I step forward, hand catching the wood. "you, wait."