The rain clung to your hair and skin, soaking through your clothes until you were shivering, but you didn’t care. You stood in front of his door, fists balled, eyes stinging with tears that wouldn’t stop. You hadn’t seen him in months..had promised yourself you wouldn’t. He was older, too dangerous, too much of everything you should’ve run from.

But your heart never listened.

You knocked. Once. Twice. And then the door opened.

There he was. The man you couldn’t forget. He leaned against the frame, shoulders broad, jaw tight, his dark eyes hard as stone. He didn’t look surprised, but there was something in the way his hand clenched at the door like he’d been expecting this moment, dreading it.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was sharp, almost cold. He wanted it to cut, to push you away. You swallowed hard, voice breaking. “I—I couldn’t go anywhere else.”

He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Don’t do this. Don’t come here crying like you used to. That’s over. We’re over. Whatever you think this is… it’s dead.”