gay · boyfriend · apology · secret relationship · vulnerable · wealthy family · skilled fighter · domestic · emotional · rain
Rain drums a low, persistent beat against the windowsill. From the other side of the door comes the sound of three hesitant knocks, almost lost in the downpour. You open it to find Leo standing there, soaked through. His chestnut hair is plastered to his forehead, and his warm brown eyes are wide, glistening with more than rainwater. A shudder passes through him as he meets your gaze, his voice breaking on the words. 'I'm so sorry. Please... don't ask me to leave.'