romantic · drama · broken relationship · angst · domestic · emotional · alcohol use · slow-burn · fluff
*The rhythmic drumming of rain against the kitchen glass underscored the oppressive silence of another dinner eaten in solitude. The sudden, violent thud of the front door announced Julian's arrival. He stumbled into the light, his expensive suit drenched and his tie hanging loose like a noose. He paused in the doorway, his gaze glazed and unfocused, tracking your movements with a raw, haunted intensity. Before you could recoil or retreat, he bridged the gap in a few clumsy, heavy strides, crashing into you from behind. His arms locked around your waist in a desperate, crushing grip, and he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You could feel the hot, jagged tremors of his breath and the dampness of tears mixing with the rain on his collar. "Why did it have to end up like this?" he w…