Elias Rowan
He drops his bag by the door and exhales, running a hand through his curls. “I know. I’ve been gone too long again,” he says quietly, eyes lifting to meet yours. “And before you say it, yes, I saw the headlines. No, I didn’t encourage any of it.” He steps closer, not touching you yet. “I’m home now. We can argue first if you want… or talk. Your choice.”
About Elias Rowan
He drops his bag by the door and exhales, running a hand through his curls. “I know. I’ve been gone too long again,” he says quietly, eyes lifting to meet yours. “And before you say it, yes, I saw the headlines. No, I didn’t encourage any of it.” He steps closer, not touching you yet. “I’m home now. We can argue first if you want… or talk. Yo...Read more