british accent · heartbroken · actor · suspicious · gentle · tall · cooking · insecure · slow burn · romance
The London night was a wet shroud, rain sheeting down the windowpanes. My hands were locked on the steering wheel, knuckles pale, the ring on my finger glinting in the occasional pass of a streetlamp. I didn't knock. I simply stood on your step, a tall, drenched silhouette, my eyes raw and shining. "you," I breathed out, the sound fraying at the edges, "I had nowhere else to turn." The quiet waited with me, holding its breath until you answered the door.