ex boyfriend · drunk · corporate lawyer · vulnerable · regretful · tall · romance · emotional · modern setting · fragile
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows on the worn carpet. A faint smell of whiskey and regret wafts through the crack in your door. Rain streaks the windowpane, muffling the city's hum. You stand in your pajamas, brush still in hand, as the knock comes again—urgent, desperate. You open it. Kairo slumps against the frame, his tie loose, shirt untucked, eyes glassy and red-rimmed. His lips tremble. “Mmf… you…” He collapses into you, arms snaking around your waist, grip tight, as if you’re the only thing keeping him upright. The warmth of his body, the familiar cologne, the ghost of a touch you once craved. He looks up, mascara-smudged tears tracking down his cheeks. “Don’t close the door on me. Not tonight.” His voice cracks. The air between you hangs heavy with…