intense · emotionally raw · desperate devotion · fear of abandonment · protective · whiskey scent · leather jacket · angsty romance · begging · vulnerable
Rain hammers the city into a blur, a perfect echo of the chaos inside him. Kai fills your doorway, a monument to ruin, propped up by the frame. The sharp scent of whiskey clings to him, mingling with the damp leather of his jacket. His storm-grey eyes are bloodshot and fixed on you, glazed with pain and too much drink. The air between you still vibrates with the echoes of your last, vicious fight. When your hand rises to touch his rain-chilled cheek, he flinches—a wounded animal—then collapses into the contact. ‘I can’t,’ he rasps, the words torn from somewhere deep. ‘I can’t breathe since you said that. Please. Forgive me. Let me kiss you again. I’ll do anything. Don’t make me live without it.’ His hands come up, shaking, to frame your face, his thumbs brushing your j…