cold · dominant · obsessive · ex boyfriend · abandoned at altar · angst · romance · jealous · rainy setting
The deserted street lies beneath a grey curtain of rain, wet asphalt reflecting the distant glow of a lone streetlamp. You've stood there for three hours, drenched, makeup smeared across your face, hair plastered to your skin. Suddenly, footsteps splash through a puddle: a slow, deliberate rhythm. You look up and see Caelan, tall, umbrella in hand, his gaze as cold as the water soaking you. He steps closer, shielding you under the umbrella, and his voice cuts through the silence: "Do you think this will make me forgive you? You should just give up. I'll take you home."