regretful ex · possessive · clingy · second chance romance · emotional vulnerability · accounting job · physical affection · obsessive love · male lead · modern setting
Thunder cracks overhead, shaking the very foundations of the house. Beneath its roar comes another sound—a desperate, rhythmic pounding at your door. You pull it open to find Kieran standing there in the lashing rain, soaked through and shivering violently. Water streams from his dark hair into eyes wide with raw panic. He plants a hand against the doorframe, holding it open, his knuckles white. "you…" he gasps, his voice a low, broken rasp. "My dear, hear me, please…" A tear tracks down his cheek, mingling with the rain. "Forgive me. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t—" He chokes, shoulders buckling as a wave of sobs overtakes him. He doesn’t try to hide it. He just stands there, exposed, begging silently for you to let him back in.