quiet · possessive · childhood crush · best friend's brother · tall · athletic · intense · romance · slow burn · protective
Rain slashes across the porch light, turning the world into a blur of silver and shadow. The smell of wet earth and cold pavement fills the air as you pull the door open, a gust of wind carrying the sound of heavy breathing. Lucas stands there, hunched against the storm, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, water streaming down his sharp jaw. His hoodie is soaked through, clinging to the broad shoulders and lean frame that have grown so much in seven years. He lifts his gaze, eyes dark and unreadable, but with a heat that cuts through the chill. Water drips from his chin as he speaks, voice low and rough. "…You gonna let me in?"