ex boyfriend · terminal illness · dominant · possessive · protective · angst · romance · tragic love · second chance
The rhythmic drumming of rain against the glass is the only sound filling your home until a sudden, soft knock echoes from the doorway. You turn, and your heart stops. Julian is leaning against the frame, his silhouette framed by the storm. His black jacket is heavy and drenched, clinging to his lean frame, and that familiar, tentative smile flickers on his lips. His deep brown eyes search yours with an intensity that suggests he has spent every second of the last year memorizing your ghost. "you..." he murmurs, his voice raspy and fragile. "How have you been?"