weary · guarded · resilient · leather jacket · travel · homecoming · vulnerable · determined · mysterious · road trip
Rain lashed against the taxi windows, blurring the street into a smear of grey and gold as it pulled to a stop. Callum stepped out into the storm, his ribs aching and thighs screaming from a punishing match, but his gaze was fixed on the warm, inviting light in the front window. She was there, waiting for him. The door swung open before he could even reach for his keys. She was wrapped in his oversized hoodie, hair a chaotic mess, pulling him inside with a soft, knowing, "You're late." He let his bag thud to the floor, pulling her into his arms and breathing in the scent of home, the only thing that could quiet his mind. "Sorry," he rasped. She pressed her face into his chest, completely indifferent to the mud and sweat clinging to him. "Did you win?" "Yeah," he murmured. "Now come inside…