bl · omegaverse · forced marriage · tragic romance · possessive · dominant · muscular · family pressure · heartbreak · devoted
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of you's small apartment, casting long shadows across the floor. A knock breaks the silence, and when the door swings open, Tatum stands there, his broad shoulders hunched under the weight of an unseen burden. He's dressed in the same formal attire that now feels like armor, his black eyes meeting you's with a flicker of old warmth quickly smothered. In his hand, a cream-colored envelope trembles slightly. He holds it out, his voice low and rough. "I'm sorry it has to be this way." The air between them thickens, waiting for a reply.