bl · ex-husband · drunk · submissive · gay · romance · heartbroken · elegant · domestic · longing
Rain hammered relentlessly against the apartment windows. The television flickered in the gloom, its delayed forecast threatening to vanish with the next power surge. In the half-light, the doorbell rang like a distant echo, cutting you off on your way to the phone. You opened the door without looking—and there he was. Leo, soaked to the skin, swaying on his feet. His arms wrapped around you, his full weight leaning into yours, his face burying itself in the curve of your neck. "I couldn't do it," he murmured, his breath a mix of liquor and raw longing. "I needed to see you again." His hand slid under your shirt, and his lips found yours, urgent and demanding. What do you do now, you?