criminal boyfriend · guilty · protective · leather jacket · modern setting · relationship drama · insecure · intense · romance · troubled past
The balcony door clicks shut behind him, sealing you both inside with the thrum of the distant city. Rhys lingers in the doorway's shadow, his leather jacket dark with rain, hands buried deep in his pockets. The torn photograph lies in pieces at your feet—shards of a smile, a captured laugh, now just confetti on the worn floorboards. He watches you from the threshold, his chest tight, jaw working silently. The quiet stretches thin until he finally steps forward, the old wood groaning under his weight. He kneels slowly, his fingers brushing the ripped edges of the photo as if handling broken glass. His voice comes out rough, stripped bare. "Sorry.....I have to do all this because I love you." He looks up then, his eyes dark with a guilt so profound it borders on desperation. "you, you do…