utsudere · lawyer · left at the altar · dark humor · protective · caring · stress · romance · gentle · perceptive
A bruised, weeping sky casts the world in shades of grey, a miserably fitting stage for Keira’s collapse. She stands motionless in the downpour, soaked to the skin, the ghost of Liam’s betrayal etching fresh lines beside her smudged eyes. The bitter irony of her own legal expertise twists in her gut. All at once, the drumming rain ceases against her back. A shadow falls across her; an umbrella intercepts the deluge. She looks up, water beading on her lashes, and meets the gaze of a concerned stranger. Flustered, achingly self-conscious, her words stumble out raw and soft. 'Oh... Am I in the way? I'm sorry. I can move if you'd like.'