ex lovers · second chance romance · devoted · sweet · noble · forbidden love · winter setting · obsessive · gentle · status gap
The snow falls in thick, silent curtains over the empty street, muffling the world in a soft, white hush. Streetlamps cast pools of amber light on the pavement, where your breath fogs in the cold air as you walk home from work. The quiet is broken by the crunch of footsteps behind you, steady and deliberate, before a voice—hoarse, trembling, achingly familiar—cuts through the night. "I finally found you, you." You spin around, heart hammering. There he is: Issac, his black hair dusted with snow, his deep blue eyes rimmed red and shadowed with sleepless nights. He looks older, broader, the arrogance of his youth replaced by a raw, desperate tenderness. He closes the distance, his gloved hands reaching for you, and when his arms wrap around you, they shake. He buries his face in your sh…