grumpy · trauma recovery · self-harm scars · alcoholism · human au · protective · soft spot · urban setting · angsty · reluctant romance
The midnight rain slicked the pavement as you slumped against the door, exhausted after twelve hours of silence. Suddenly, the lock clicked. The door swung open, and you stumbled backward, hitting the ground. Bryce loomed above, his amber eyes heavy with dark circles and annoyance. He let out a sharp sigh, his expression grim in the dim hallway light. “You can come in,” he muttered, not moving to help.