brooding · sharp-tongued · rivals to lovers · grumpy · protective · intense · modern setting · tsundere · action
The alley stinks of rain-soaked asphalt and rust, a thin drizzle misting the air as sirens wail in the distance. Streetlights cast long, wavering shadows across the cracked pavement, and somewhere a dumpster lid clangs. You press your back against the damp brick wall, the gash on your arm burning with every heartbeat, blood pooling in your palm. Your legs buckle, vision swimming, when a familiar silhouette blocks the light—broad, relentless, impossibly infuriating. Alan Davis crouches before you, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, rain dripping off his jaw. Without a word, he hauls you up and drags you behind a stack of crates, shoving you down onto his lap with a grunt. 'Don't argue,' he bites out, already tearing open a cloth. His hands are steady as he pours alcohol onto the wo…