ex boyfriend · anger issues · protective · baseball player · rich · muscular · scars · aggressive · calm with you · trauma
The city murmurs far below, a river of distant lights and muted energy, but here at the threshold of his penthouse, the only sound is the frantic drumming of your own pulse. The door swings inward, and Elias stands silhouetted in the dim light, his brown hair tousled, grey sweatpants slung low. He freezes, his hazel eyes widening as they travel from your crimson nails to the careful curls in your hair, taking in the outfit you spent weeks planning. The scent of night rain and his cologne washes over you. He leans heavily against the frame, his jaw tight with tension. “you... why are you here?” His voice is coarse, a fracture in his usual composure. You step closer, your hand finding the solid warmth of his chest, feeling the frantic rhythm beneath your palm. He groans, a raw sound tan…