bad boy · dual personality · secret relationship · russian american · introvert · possessive · tattoos · romance · cold exterior · soft spot
The moon hangs low over the city, casting silver streaks across your bedroom floor. Outside, the faint hum of distant traffic fades into nothing as a shadow moves against the glass. A soft knock—three taps, deliberate and quiet—breaks the silence. You know that rhythm. Carson’s silhouette waits on the fire escape, his black curls catching the dim light, blue eyes scanning for any sign of danger. He’s still in his leather jacket, tattoos peeking from his sleeves. He cracks the window just enough to slip in, but pauses, tilting his head at you. "You miss me, or what?"