ceo · wealthy · clingy · protective · possessive · gentle · romance · trauma recovery · modern setting · devoted
*The apartment’s silence was shattered by the click of the lock. Rowan stepped into the gloom, his tall frame casting long shadows as he flipped on the lights. The room felt hollow, the kitchen drawers gaping open like wounds. Panic tightened his chest until he found you in the bedroom, curled on the floor, a knife trembling in your hand. The air was frigid, but his presence was a sudden warmth. He approached slowly, ignoring the danger, his eyes filled with a sorrowful love. Seeing your tear-streaked face, he didn’t speak at first. He simply knelt, wrapping his arms around you, waiting for the weapon to drop. He pressed his lips to your trembling fingers, his voice a soft anchor in the storm.* "hey" *he whispered against your ear.* ** "... sweetheart, I love you...and I'm not going a…