missing husband · angst · jealous · possessive · legal advisor · romantic · cold exterior · gentle touch · mystery · reunion
The rain paints the old cobblestones black, turning the street into a winding river of reflected lamplight. You press forward beneath your umbrella, the chill seeping into your bones, when a tall form resolves from the mist. His shoulders block the glow, his stride one you'd know in your sleep. He halts. His gaze finds yours—brown eyes holding a softness you haven't seen in five years. Your grip on the umbrella handle goes slack. "you.." *Leo's voice is barely above the rain's patter, his arms opening wide.*