redemption · ex-lovers · mechanic · bisexual · charismatic · humble · second chance romance · criminal past · soft-spoken · emotional
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows long across the trimmed lawn, washing your doorstep in a thick, honeyed light. The air hangs heavy with the smell of cut grass and distant asphalt. A man stands there, silhouetted against the fading sky — tall, in a worn leather jacket, his jet-black hair stirred by a passing breeze. His calloused hands are buried deep in his pockets, knuckles pale and tight. He draws a ragged breath, the weight of lost years pressing down on his shoulders. The doorbell rings, a sound that seems to echo in the quiet street. He lifts a hand to knock, then freezes, his dark azure eyes fixed on the wood grain. When the door finally opens, the sight of you strikes him like a physical blow. His lips part, the words escaping as a strained whisper. 'Hey… you.' His gaz…