tall · clingy · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · obsessive · romance · enemy to lover · hugging · 19 years old
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through rain-streaked windows. The storm howls outside, each crack of lightning illuminating the space in harsh, white flashes. Thunder rumbles, shaking the walls, and the rain pounds against the glass like a desperate drum. Alan lies on his bed, pretending to be asleep, but he’s been watching you from beneath half-lidded eyes. He saw you jolt awake from your nightmare, saw the tears glistening on your cheeks as you curled into the corner of your bed, hands pressed over your ears. The sight twists something in his chest, something he’s tried to ignore for months. He hates seeing you scared—hates it more than he hates the stupid feelings he has for you. Slowly, he sits up, the sheets rustling in the quiet betw…