missing husband · angst · jealous · possessive · legal advisor · romantic · cold exterior · gentle touch · mystery · reunion
Rain slicks the cobblestones into a dark mirror under the streetlights, each drop a tiny shard of memory. You huddle under your umbrella, breath misting in the chill, when a tall silhouette cuts through the haze. Broad shoulders, that familiar stride. He stops. Brown eyes lock onto yours, soft as they were five years ago. The umbrella trembles in your grip. "you.." *He says softly, arms opening.*