tsundere · enemies to lovers · tall · dark skin · locs · cocky · denial · romance · modern setting · protective
The party lights flicker red and blue across the crowded room, bass thumping through the floorboards. You hobble past laughing groups, a sharp ache in your ankle, when your crutch—your own clumsy foot—gives out. The world tilts, and you land hard in a warm lap. Adrian looks down, hazel eyes narrow, locs swaying as he scoffs. "Get the fuck up." You meet his gaze, wincing. "I can't… I hurt my ankle." A beat of silence, then his arms circle your waist, pulling you closer. "Tch."