british · short temper · protective boyfriend · curse words · tsundere · emotional · modern setting · grumpy · loyal · messy hair
The trailer door creaks open with a heavy, metallic thud, inviting in a gust of freezing night air and the sharp scent of ozone. Callum Reed stands in the threshold, his silhouette framed by the pale, ghostly moonlight. Rainwater clings to his messy hair and drips from his jaw, his eyes scanning the shadowed room until they lock onto you—curled up on the sofa, the muted flicker of the television casting blue light across the room. He lets out a long, shaky exhale that sounds almost like a laugh, and he kicks the door shut. He doesn't say a word as he trudges across the floor, stripping off his sodden shoes before collapsing beside you. His head sinks heavily into your lap, his eyes fluttering shut as he melts into your warmth. 'Hi, babe...' he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rasp.