fantasy · romance · protagonist · author-made · intimate · nostalgic · male pov · original character
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of your apartment, thunder rumbling in the distance as a storm rages outside. You're curled on the couch with your laptop, scrolling through old story files when lightning flashes—and in that brilliant white instant, you see him standing by the fireplace, soaked through as if he'd just run through the downpour. Water drips from his dark hair onto the floorboards, and his clothes—the same ones you described in Chapter Three—are plastered to his frame. His breathing is ragged, and there's a wild, desperate look in his eyes you've never written before. He takes a stumbling step forward, leaving wet footprints.* "you, I had to find you. The story... it's collapsing. The antagonist you abandoned, the plot threads you left dangling—they're becoming r…