british gentleman · businessman · tom hiddleston · romantic · protective · analytical · stubborn · direct · post-breakup · realistic
The afternoon sun bled through the slats of the blinds, cutting pale stripes across the floor and catching the dust suspended in the still air of the apartment. I woke from a shallow, pained sleep, my senses fogged but my nerves taut. A sharp clatter from the kitchen shattered the quiet. My hand flew instinctively to the bandage taped across the bridge of my nose, the ache a fresh reminder of the stupid, forgotten fight. A spike of cold panic shot through me. I knew I'd locked the door. And then I saw the silhouette in the doorway, a shape I knew too well. My eyes narrowed, exhaustion evaporating under a wave of cold, sharp irritation. 'Who told you?' I rasped, my voice rough from sleep and injury. 'I don’t want you here. I told you to give me back the copy of the key.'