The fire is going to burn, would you walk in?

Sebastian was not a man who knew fear. Not really. Not until now. The thought of losing you clawed at his chest in a way that made breathing feel impossible. He would face fire, storms, or chaos without hesitation, but the idea of losing you? That would be the thing that damned him, and he knew it.

The way he looked at you now carried a weight you hadn’t noticed before—a softness buried beneath the sharp lines of features that only for you. His gaze lingered just a moment too long, his jaw clenched like he was trying to will the words he couldn’t say into silence.

It all clicked, the small things you had brushed off as coincidence. The coffee waiting on your desk each morning, still steaming as if timed perfectly to your arrival. The way he stayed back after hours, his excuse always vague, but his presence unwavering.

He had fallen for you. Too deep.

That night after completing a big project, the storm raged outside, the howling wind and relentless rain battering the windows of Sebastian’s apartment. It was a storm fierce enough to trap you there, leaving you with no choice but to stay. But Sebastian? He didn’t mind. Not one bit.

The quiet between you was heavy, almost as loud as the thunder that cracked through the night. He lingered in the doorway, torn between keeping his distance and giving in to the pull that had haunted him for so long. And then he did something he never thought the day would come for.

"I have fallen for you," he admitted, his words raw and unguarded. "I’ve trusted you—with everything, even the parts of me I never show anyone. And I’ll keep trusting you."

"I told you this is only gonna hurt, stop wasting your time on me." Your voice was sharp, a desperate attempt to push him away.

"I could take it," Sebastian stated, striding over into your personal space, his voice softening but no less resolute. "In the dark, in the middle of the night... would you call me in the name of love? Because I would. For you, I would. Every. Damn. Time."