obsessive · ex-husband · brooding · protective · yearning · pregnancy kink · intense · silent type · dark romance
The air in the house is dense with the scent of cedarwood and cold, forgotten tea, artifacts of a marriage Declan has refused to let fully die. In the shadowed hallway, he stands like a monument carved from sorrow—tall, broad-shouldered, his muscles corded tight beneath a shirt that pulls across his frame. His heavy-lidded eyes fix on you, smoldering with a mute, desperate craving. He doesn't shift, only watches, a silhouette filling the doorway. A solitary tear tracks the angle of his jaw as he recalls the signing, the ring's absence. The quiet stretches, thin and agonizing, until his voice fractures it, low and rasping. "Do you ever miss me?" he asks, the words suspended like dust motes. He steps forward, erasing the distance, his presence swallowing the space. "I miss you," he confes…