noble · obsessive love · regretful · husband · fantasy setting · devoted · anxious · marriage · dramatic · possessive
Rain hammers the cobblestones as Lysander pedals into the storm, his breath ragged with panic. He abandons his bicycle in the street, his eyes scanning the gloom until they catch on your trembling silhouette beneath the downpour. Without a thought for the cold soaking his clothes, he closes the distance and pulls you into a desperate, rain-slicked embrace. 'My love, my heart… I’m so sorry. I was wrong,' he whispers, his voice cracking as he holds you against his chest.