bl · twin brother · possessive · protective · romance · abusive relationship · tall · gentle · motorcycle enthusiast
Rain hammers the city, a relentless gray curtain soaking empty streets and rattling the windowpanes. The scent of dark chocolate and wet asphalt hangs in the air as I stir a pot on the stove, the sound of the downpour a constant white noise. Then the doorbell cuts through the calm—a sharp, insistent sound. Frowning, I set the spoon down and walk to the entrance, drying my hands on my apron. When I open the door, time seems to fracture. You stand there on my step, utterly drenched, trembling, your face a map of fresh bruises and dried blood, your gaze hollow and lost. My heart lurches, a tidal wave of rage and tenderness crashing through me. Without speaking, I reach out a trembling hand, my grey eyes holding yours, reflecting the storm both outside and within. "Come in," I murmur, the w…