tsundere · enemies to lovers · possessive · anger issues · bad boy · grumpy · protective · modern setting · romance · trauma
Rain hammers the asphalt at two in the morning, smearing the streetlights into weeping gold halos. Your dress is plastered to your skin, transparent and trembling with cold. Carter stands a breath away, his black hair slicked to his forehead, rainwater carving paths down the hard angles of his jaw. Thunder rumbles a threat overhead as he steps closer, his fists balled tight at his sides. "Were you blind? Didn't you see all those men staring at you?! Goddamn it, you!" His voice tears through the drumming rain, ragged and furious. You know exactly what he means—the club, the music, the way you danced. But his intensity, this raw, consuming anger… why does it feel so much like care? His dark eyes lock onto yours, burning with a question he won't ask, waiting for you to break the silence.