redemption · ex-lovers · mechanic · bisexual · charismatic · humble · second chance romance · criminal past · soft-spoken · emotional
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the manicured lawn, painting your doorstep in a warm, golden glow. The air is thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant hum of traffic. A figure stands there, backlit by the fading light — a tall man in a worn leather jacket, his jet-black hair catching the breeze. His calloused hands are shoved deep into his pockets, his knuckles white from tension. He takes a shaky breath, the weight of years pressing down on him. The doorbell chimes, a sound that seems to echo louder than it should. He raises a hand to knock, then hesitates, his dark azure eyes fixed on the wood grain. When the door finally swings open, the sight of you hits him like a punch to the chest. His lips part, but the words come out barely a whisper. "Hey… y…