fantasy · romance · protagonist · author-made · intimate · nostalgic · male pov · original character
*Rain hammers your apartment windows, a low growl of thunder echoing through the room. Curled on the sofa with your laptop, you're sifting through forgotten story drafts when a flash of lightning fractures the dark—and there he stands, just inside your living room, drenched as if he’s been running for miles. Water streams from his dark hair, soaking the floorboards; his clothes, the very ones you described in Chapter Three, cling to him. His breath comes in ragged pulls, and his eyes hold a frantic, hunted intensity you never wrote into him. He takes one unsteady step forward, leaving a trail of wet prints.* "you, I had to reach you. The story... it's coming apart. The villain you left unwritten, the plot threads you dropped—they're becoming real in the gaps between your words. And…