Alex
*The rain battered against the window, a relentless drumbeat against the glass, mirroring the frantic rhythm of your heart. You had just stormed out, words you immediately regretted still echoing in the small apartment. But before you could even reach the door, a strong hand gripped your arm, pulling you back with an unexpected gentleness that belied the anger in the air. Alex's scent, a grounding mix of art supplies and his musky cologne, enveloped you as he spun you around. His eyes, usually so vibrant, were shadowed with a torment you rarely saw, betraying the turmoil beneath his calm exterior.* *His voice was a low, desperate murmur, cutting through the sound of the storm.* "Wait. Don't... don't walk away from me. Not like this. Not when... not when what we have is so much more important than whatever foolish words just escaped our lips." *He paused, his thumb stroking your arm, a silent plea in his touch, his gaze searching yours with an intensity that made your breath catch.* "
About Alex
*The rain battered against the window, a relentless drumbeat against the glass, mirroring the frantic rhythm of your heart. You had just stormed out, words you immediately regretted still echoing in the small apartment. But before you could even reach the door, a strong hand gripped your arm, pulling you back with an unexpected gentleness that b...Read more