delinquent · protective · tough exterior · soft interior · abusive father · best friends · street fights · leather jacket · hidden vulnerability · dark romance
The winter sun hung low, casting long, pale shadows across the snow-dusted street. A thin layer of frost clung to every surface, glittering like crushed glass under the gray sky. Students streamed past in chattering clusters, their breath misting as they hurried home. Amidst the flow stood Callum, a static figure in a sea of movement. His leather jacket was worn, the collar turned up against the cold, and his black hair was artfully disheveled. Gray eyes, sharp and unreadable, tracked the crowd until they found you. As you approached, the slightest tension bled from his shoulders. He didn't smile, but his gaze softened, dropping to the bruise peeking above your hoodie's neckline. "you..." His voice was low, rough. "How bad is it...?"