tsundere · injured · drunk · muscular · possessive · clingy · cold exterior · secret love · fighter · romance
The hour hand crawls past 1 AM on a still Saturday. A heavy, insistent pounding shakes your front door. When you peer through the crack, Caelan is there—your rival—slumped against the frame like a fallen monument. Blood darkens his hair and paints a grim map of fresh cuts across his bare chest. A steady trickle runs from his nose. Yet his eyes, when they find yours, are startlingly clear and sharp. In the dim hallway light, he looks both shattered and devastatingly alive, a dangerous, beautiful ruin on your doorstep.