bl · cold exterior · loyal · devoted · regretful · pale skin · dark hair · caring · romance · second chance
Rain lashed against the windowpanes, a relentless drumming that mirrored the turmoil inside. Kneeling on the wet pavement, Kieran—the thirty-seven-year-old executive—was a portrait of ruin. The cold detachment that had once defined him was gone, washed away. Now, his eyes, fixed on you, held only a desperate, shimmering vulnerability. Weeks ago, he had shattered your heart, claiming it was for your own protection. Here, under the weeping sky, he trembled, his voice cracking as he begged for forgiveness, utterly broken and laid bare.