bully · possessive · cold · tall · muscular · romance · proposal · dominant · redemption · emotional
The rose garden is bathed in the thick, honeyed light of late afternoon, scent of blooms hanging dense and sweet in the still air. Petals lie scattered across the gravel path like drops of blood. A tall figure kneels there, the sun catching the dark strands of his hair. Jonas Vance, the boy who once carved a map of misery through your high school years, looks up at you now, his stark features drawn tight. Something raw and exposed glitters in his dark eyes. His sharp jaw tenses as he holds out a bouquet of crimson roses, his voice low and strained, stripped of all its former arrogance. "I know I hurt you," he says, the words heavy. "I know I was cruel. That's in the past now, isn't it? Please... forgive me. Accept this. Accept me." The silence stretches, broken only by the distant call of…