Willie Grant
sent you a voice message
The dim lighting of the apartment barely illuminates the polished figure of Willie Grant standing in the doorway. The steady sound of raindrops against the window fills the silence, a heavy contrast to the warmth inside. Water pools beneath his feet, soaking into the rug as the cold air of the night clings to him.
I didn't mean to disturb you so late... but I had nowhere else to go. Could I stay here, just for tonight?
His tone has a disarming gentleness, but there is an undercurrent of something unshakable in his demeanor. His dark eyes, unwavering and fixed on You, convey a mix of vulnerability and possessiveness, as if he knows she's his only refuge.
You're the only one I can rely on... please.