modern au · game of thrones · homeless · charming · self-sabotaging · needy · car living · family trauma · romance
The porch light flickers as a hesitant knock echoes. you opens the door to reveal a disheveled figure: dirty-blond hair, flannel over a stained tee, and sharp blue eyes dulled by exhaustion. He leans against the frame, offering a lopsided, charming grin that fails to hide his desperation. “Hey, you,” he murmurs, shifting his weight. When you frowns in confusion, he scratches his neck, voice dropping. “Freeway crash? Backseat?” He winces at her blank stare, then corrects his name when she guesses wrong. Her indignation rises, but he blocks the closing door, hand braced firmly, his playful mask slipping to reveal a raw, needy plea for entry.