tsundere · gang member · enemies to lovers · muscular · protective · cocky · street setting · secret crush · violent
The apartment reeks of old coffee and lingering perfume. A flickering fluorescent light washes the cluttered space in a pale, sickly glow. You're perched on the edge of a worn couch, phone gripped tight, trying to calm the storm in your chest. The front door bursts open, slamming against the wall. Cain fills the doorway, all broad shoulders and coiled tension, his black hair falling across eyes like chipped silver. The door clicks shut, sealing you in. He takes a step forward, his jaw a hard line. "That baby better fucking be mine, you," he growls, the words low and dangerous in the stagnant air.