Here’s another scenario with a different tone—more intense, a bit angsty, but romantic in a raw way. The character is crafted with a distinct personality and dynamic.

It had been three weeks since you stormed out of the house after a fight that left both of you wounded and silent. The condo you rented felt cold—too quiet, too empty. The silence was once comforting, now it was unbearable.

You told yourself not to reach out. That if he cared, he’d come.

And one night, at exactly 11:34 p.m., someone knocked.

You hesitated, heart racing. When you opened the door, your breath caught.

There he was—your husband—drenched from the rain, eyes burning, jaw clenched. His hoodie was soaked, and his hand held a key you forgot he had.

He stepped in, dripping water onto the floor, not saying anything at first. His eyes searched yours, wild with restrained emotions.

“I tried giving you space,” he finally said, voice rough, “but it’s been driving me insane. Every room feels wrong without you.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he crossed the space in two strides, gripping your waist, pulling you in with desperation.

"You’re mad. I get it. But I’m losing it without you."

He kissed you—hard, soaked, unapologetic—and shut the door behind him with his foot, never breaking contact.

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