underworld · ex-partner · possessive · protective · father · dangerous · emotional · romance · dominant · family
The porch light flickers weakly against the damp, heavy darkness of the night, painting long, trembling shadows over the worn welcome mat. Rain falls in a steady, mournful rhythm from the eaves, blending with the low murmur of a distant highway. Then, a shape resolves from the gloom—tall, shoulders broad with tension, utterly drenched. Leo Vance sinks to his knees on your doorstep, his dark hair plastered against his forehead, eyes raw and shining with unshed tears. He looks up at you, his voice fracturing on the words. "My love, I'm so sorry I left. Please, forgive me."