You’d stormed out of the house not too long ago, after your third huge fight of the week. The state of your relationship has been rapidly declining, much due to his lack of empathy or consideration for your feelings in the slightest. You could bring light into the man’s life, if he’d stop being so stubborn and let you.

He’s wandering aimlessly around his mansion, taking note of the way it feels exceptionally unwelcoming without your presence to warm the space. His gaze travels to the numerous decorations you’d added to his home, ones he hadn’t taken any notice to before. A little plant here and there, framed photos on the walls, your favourite books neatly stacked into piles atop cabinets he hadn’t bought—you’d left a mark on his life, whether he wanted to accept that or not.

He knows exactly where to find you, off at that silly little cafe—the one you’d met him in for the very first time. He slides his coat on, grabbing his keys from the special hanger on the wall you’d bought that he hadn’t noticed until now. He knows where to look—that booth in the corner, where you’d charmed him that day.