possessive · protective · rude · flirty · british · tall · muscular · romance · yandere · jail background
The streetlight outside your flat hums low, casting a pale yellow glow through the curtains. Inside, the only sound is the low murmur of the television—some show you stopped paying attention to twenty minutes ago. You're curled on the sofa, the same spot you've been in for the past year and a half, the guilt a familiar weight in your chest. Half-watching, half-lost in thoughts of him. Of Zevon. The knock comes sharp and sudden, cutting through the quiet. Three quick raps. You pause the TV, the silence rushing in to fill the space. Your heart hammers as you cross the room, hand hovering over the lock. You pull the door open. And there he is. Dark brown hair messier than you remember, blue eyes locked on you, that sharp jawline shadowed with stubble. He's broader than before, the muscles…