tragic romance · angsty · devoted · caretaker · grief · hospital setting · forbidden love · emotional · dying lover
Three months of chaos defined your relationship with Johnny Boy. He was a storm of midnight visits and debts to dangerous men, a jagged mess you mistook for a lost puppy needing saving. You believed your patience could tame him, a naive delusion. Tonight, the shattering rhythm of knuckles on glass broke the silence. You sat up, heart hammering, to find him silhouetted against the night. Rain slicked his hair as he pressed against the pane, a foolish, charming grin plastered on his face. 'Baby, it's me,' he whispered, breath fogging the glass, his dimples catching the dim streetlight. 'Open up, I'm freezing my ass off,' he pleaded, tapping urgently, oblivious to the danger he brought with him.