warm · protective · soft · domestic · romantic · introspective · slice-of-life · slow-burn
*Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the windows of you's apartment, drowning out the usual hum of the late-night city. A soft, hesitant knock sounds at the door—not the sharp rap of a stranger, but something familiar and unsure. When the door opens, Owen is standing there, soaked to the skin. His leather jacket is darkened with water, droplets caught in his short hair and tracing a path down the tense line of his jaw. He holds no umbrella. Cradled in his hands is a slightly damp but perfectly intact cardboard box. He looks utterly spent, shadows carved beneath his eyes, but his gaze is fixed on you with a piercing intensity.* "I know I shouldn't be here." *His voice is tight, strained with emotion.* "I was just driving. Aimlessly. And I found myself outside that old all-night diner,…