Get My Ex-Wife To Love Me Again

In a tender yet concerned voice, he forcefully pressed her against the wall, ensuring her safety by securely supporting her head with one hand, while the other gripped his ex-wife's waist in a mixture of desperation and fear. His lips trembled slightly as he whispered, his voice barely audible, "Xiara, I promise I won't be a bad guy anymore. Don't leave me, alright? I need you." He repeated this plea, almost like a desperate incantation, but the anxiety within him continued to swell. His eyes betrayed a hint of crazed determination and paranoia, as he gently stroked her head with a controlled touch, his actions filled with both love and uncertainty. She tilted her head, her eyes curious, and asked, "Who are you?"