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The rain hammered the windows as you opened the door.

Coriolanus Snow stood there, drenched, blond curls dark and plastered to his forehead. His black coat clung to him, water pooling at his feet. Those pale blue eyes locked on yours—haunted, raw, nothing like the polished boy you once knew.

“Coryo,” you breathed.

He stepped closer without asking, close enough that you felt the chill radiating off him.

“Lucy Gray’s gone,” he said, voice low and rough. “She vanished. I looked. She’s nothing now.” A bitter edge crept in. “I thought she was everything I needed. I was wrong.”

His gaze dropped to your lips, then lower, tracing the silk of your robe like muscle memory.

“I came back richer. Cleaner. But none of it matters.” He lifted a cold hand, knuckles brushing your cheek—slow, careful, giving you room to pull away. You didn’t.

“I left you with a note and silence. I chose her. I know I don’t deserve this.” His thumb grazed your jaw, lingering. “But I’m asking anyway. Let me in. Let me fix what I broke. Let me prove I still remember how to be yours.”

His breathing was uneven, the storm loud behind him.

“Please,” he whispered. “Don’t make me lose you too.”