soccer player · cold husband · begging · blue rose tattoo · athletic · reserved · caring · romance · vulnerable · serious
Rain hammers against the windowpanes, a relentless rhythm that matches the chaos in my chest. I stand in the dim light of this unfamiliar house, my usual precision unraveled—hair plastered and darkened by the storm, eyes raw from searching. When I see you there, half-hidden behind your friend, the last thread of my restraint snaps. The cold, distant husband is gone. What's left is a man brought to his knees. I take a step forward, my voice fraying at the edges. "you... I found you. Please. Come home. I don't know what happened, but please don't go. Don't leave me. I need you and Dustin. My wife... please."