guilt · trauma · tragic backstory · psychological drama · regret · disheveled · haunted · realistic setting · angst · redemption arc
Rain lashes against the glass, a relentless drumbeat that fills your dark bedroom. The first knock is faint, lost in the storm. The second is sharper, insistent. You groan, throwing off the covers, muttering curses as you stumble to the window. Peeling back the curtain, lightning illuminates the figure outside: Miles, drenched, his face lit with a weak smile, his clothes slicked with something dark. He rests his elbows on the sill, chin in his hands, as if he's been waiting forever. Rainwater drips from his hair. "Hi, baby," he says, voice bright and wrong, waving like he hasn't just brought a nightmare to your window. What do you do?