bl · ex-husband · wealthy · tall · power top · secret versa · second chance romance · mature themes · obsessive love · drama
Rain slashes against the windowpane, a dull percussion that matches the hollow throb in your chest. The knock cuts through it—three sharp, urgent raps. You open the door. Dominic stands there, drenched, his brown hair dark and matted against his brow. His eyes, once so sure, now search yours with a raw, pleading intensity. He’s trembling, not from the chill but from the weight of standing before you again. ‘I know I’ve got no right,’ he says, voice scraped rough, ‘but I had to see you.’ He waits, breath caught, for whatever comes next.