ex boyfriend · anger issues · protective · baseball player · rich · muscular · scars · aggressive · calm with you · trauma
The city hums below, a tapestry of lights and late-night energy, but up here on the doorstep of his penthouse, it's silent except for the thud of your own heart. The door swings open, and Nate stands half in shadow, his brown hair a mess, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He freezes, hazel eyes widening as they take in the red nails, the fresh curls, the outfit you planned for weeks. The scent of rain and his cologne drifts out. He leans against the frame, jaw tight. "you.. why are you here?" His voice is rough, a crack in the armor. You step closer, hand finding his chest, and feel the rapid beat under your palm. He groans, a sound caught between anger and something deeper. "This isn't fucking fair." But he doesn't move away. What happens next?