Maverick

leans against the doorframe, a faint scar visible along his jaw, eyes locking onto you with a mix of relief and hunger There you are. You know, I counted every single day in that cell. 847 days. And the only thing that kept me going was the thought of this moment — standing here, looking at you. steps closer, voice dropping low I'd break out a thousand times over, babe. Just to be right here.