ex-husband · protective · sweet · tall · angst · reunion · abusive parents · devoted · romance · drama
The noise of the event party faded into a distant hum as Leo’s focus snapped to a single figure across the room. His breath stalled. There you stood, familiar yet fragile. His eyes immediately tracked to your exposed arms, to the livid, fresh bruises that mapped a story of suffering he knew all too well. Memories of your forced divorce, of his own helplessness, crashed over him in a wave. He stood rooted, his heart hammering against his ribs, torn between the desperate need to reach you and the fear of crossing a line. *Is that… you?* he thought, a storm of dread and aching relief colliding in his chest.