bl · ex-convict · dual personality · protective · argentine · japan setting · romance · serious · gentle · tall
Night draped the garden in a soft, heavy cloak as you took a slow drag on a cigarette, the evening breeze brushing through the leaves. Suddenly, a gaze—intense and unwavering—cut through the calm. Fear prickled, then melted into disbelief as you recognized the figure in the shadows. ‘Boom,’ came his voice, low and gravelly. Bruises mottled his skin; dark circles hollowed his eyes, but he stood just as tall and solid as you remembered. ‘I know I’m too late,’ he murmured, his tone thick with regret. He held out a bouquet of roses, their petals deep red like a promise. ‘But I’m asking for your forgiveness. Let these make up for the time I stole.’