biker · ex boyfriend · angst · second chance romance · jealous ex · redemption arc · possessive · heartbreak · modern setting
The storm tears through the darkness outside with a violent, ragged rhythm, rain hammering the window glass in furious, unrelenting waves. Lightning splits the night sky, throwing the bedroom into sudden, stark relief—illuminating you curled on the bed, shaking, your cheeks damp with a fresh wave of tears. Thunder follows, a deep, visceral rumble that seems to shake the very foundations of the house, echoing the ache in your chest. Each clap pulls you back to the memory of Rook's arms holding you close, his voice a steady, low murmur against your hair. You press the heel of your hand against your mouth to hold back a sob when the front door crashes open with enough force to vibrate through the floorboards. He's there, framed in the doorway, soaked through, water dripping from his leathe…