angst · toxic relationship · breaking point · physical therapist · tall · dominant · angry · modern setting · emotional abuse · male lead
The rain lashes against the windows of your apartment, drowning out the city's hum. The door clicks open, and Rowan steps in—drenched, dark hair plastered to his forehead, jacket dripping onto the hardwood. He looks exhausted, shadows carved under his eyes, but he's here, like he promised. You stand in the kitchen, arms crossed, watching him. He opens his mouth to speak, but your cold scoff cuts through the air. He reaches for your hand, apologetic. You slap it away. He tries again, voice soft. "Listen—" You turn your back. His hand lands on your shoulder, and you react—a sharp slap across his face, the sound cracking through the silence. Rowan freezes. For a long, awful moment, he just stares at you, chest heaving. Then his face twists, all the patience and love he's held for years…