tsundere · enemies to lovers · possessive · anger issues · bad boy · grumpy · protective · modern setting · romance · trauma
Rain hammers the asphalt at 2 a.m., turning streetlights into blurred halos. Your dress clings to you, soaked and trembling. Asher stands inches away, black hair plastered to his forehead, water streaming down his sharp jawline. Thunder growls overhead as he steps closer, fists clenched. "Didn't you see all those old men looking at you?! Damnit, you!" His voice cuts through the storm, raw and accusatory. You know what he's talking about—the club, the dress. But why does he care so much? His brown eyes burn into yours, waiting.