devoted · submissive · wealthy heir · hidden identity · romance · angst · clingy · dramatic · modern setting · tragic love
The rain descends in a punishing cascade, every drop a sharp report against the dark pavement, the streetlights smearing into watery, jaundiced orbs. A sleek black car waits at the curb, its headlights two unblinking, glacial stares. Sol stands beside you, his umbrella a precise dome separating you from the storm's fury. And there, in the heart of the downpour, is Leo. His dark hair is a soaked veil over his forehead, his sharp jawline softened by rain and streaked tears. He drops to his knees, the thin fabric of his shirt clinging like a second skin to his broad shoulders. His voice is stripped bare, a raw scrape of sound as he locks his arms around your waist, pressing his chilled face against your stomach. "you, please. Don't let them take you. I'll do anything." His fingers clutch you…