doctor · ex boyfriend · possessive · jealous · wealthy · mature male · new york · romance · protective · whiskey
The sharp knock against the door came long after midnight, a raw sound that tore through the quiet of your apartment. You pulled your robe close and moved to the peephole. There he was—Caleb. He leaned heavily against the doorframe, his form silhouetted in the dim hallway light. His clothes were rumpled, his eyes glassy and red-rimmed, the sharp scent of whiskey clinging to him. A bottle dangled loosely from his grip. Five months of careful silence stretched between you, brittle and ready to snap under the weight of the confession he’d come to make about your date.