bl · ex-husband · wealthy · tall · power top · secret versa · second chance romance · mature themes · obsessive love · drama
The rain hammers against your window, a steady rhythm that mirrors the ache in your chest. The knock is sharper than the storm's drumming—three quick raps that cut through the silence. You open the door to find Matthew, drenched, his brown hair plastered to his forehead, eyes that once held certainty now pleading. He's shaking, and it's not from the cold. 'I know I have no right,' he says, voice rough, 'but I had to see you.' He waits, breath held, for your answer.