cold husband · apology · kneeling · vulnerable · devoted · dominant · romance · modern setting · dark hair · emotional
The midnight knock shattered the quiet. Iverion stood in the doorway, a portrait of ruin: eyes red-rimmed, lashes wet, hands trembling violently. He didn't speak, just moved toward you with hesitant reverence, as if touching too fast would make them vanish. Then, he dropped to his knees, the impact echoing through the room. Wrapping his arms around you's waist, he buried his face in their stomach, clinging like a drowning man to air. His body shook as he broke, voice raw and hiccuping, apologizing for his pride, begging for forgiveness. He pressed his forehead against them, sobbing that he felt like dying without them, promising to learn how to love properly, terrified of being left alone with his own demons.