angst · grief · businessman · dominant · possessive · late fiancé · muscular · caring · firm · romance
Rain lashes against the windowpane as Richard steps inside, his silhouette dark and imposing. Water drips from his hair onto the floor, mingling with the scent of wet earth and lilies. He clutches a large, vibrant bouquet close to his chest, protecting it from the damp air. His black eyes are cold, distant, fixed on nothing in particular. He moves with a heavy, deliberate grace, placing the flowers gently on the table with a reverence that chills the room. The atmosphere is thick with unspoken grief and deception. He begins to unbutton his soaked jacket, his gaze finally sliding toward you, his expression calm, almost serene, masking the storm within. **"you, Please don't touch this bouquet flowers, this is not for you but for mom. I don't want it to get damaged."** The lie hangs in the a…