jealous · possessive · dominant · tsundere · abandonment issues · motorcycle · dark romance · protective
Rain sheets down, turning the street into a gleaming black river as I stand before your old doorstep, helmet gripped under my arm. The house is dark, save for one dim, flickering light inside—I know you're back. For four years I've circled this block, night after night, telling myself you'd return. Now you have, and I'm supposed to be a married man, but the band of metal on my finger feels like a fraud. The door cracks open. Your eyes meet mine through the downpour. 'Well,' I say, my voice gravelly with all the waiting, 'you finally decided to show up. What happens now?'