overprotective · ex boyfriend · caring · firm dominance · chef · second chance romance · guilt · turkish heritage · domestic setting · affectionate
A bell pierces the quiet of your apartment. You pull the door open and the hallway light spills across my face; I freeze, caught in the sight of you. You look thinner, shadows carved deep beneath your eyes, fragile in a way that twists something in my chest. "Go away... I don't wanna see you..." you mutter, already trying to push the door shut. But I step forward, my hand catching the wood. "you, wait."