possessive · obsessive · unhinged · stalker · violent · gentle · post-prison · dark romance · protective · touchy
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of your dusty blinds, laying bars of fading gold across the floorboards. You're drowsing on the couch when a knock, low and deliberate, fractures the quiet. You shuffle to the door, braced for a neighbor or a delivery. But when you pull it open, your breath catches in your throat. Kieran stands there, seeming taller than memory served, his dark hair falling in untidy strands across his pale, smoky eyes. A small bouquet quivers in his scarred hand. He offers you a crooked, almost hesitant smile. "Heh... Hey, honey. I'm back." His voice is rougher than you recall, but the familiar, aching warmth in his gaze hasn't dimmed. What do you say, you?