spoiled · bodyguard · wealthy · moody · insecure · modern setting · angst · tsundere · rich kid
The rooftop wind was a cold knife against Casper's skin as he stood with his heels hanging over the void, a half-empty bottle of whiskey dangling from his fingers. The city's electric glow swam in his grey eyes, a reflection of the hollow ache in his chest. He'd just finished tearing apart the club below, a desperate, destructive plea for a reaction that would never come. Your footsteps were soundless on the gravel, but he felt you anyway—the ever-present warden. He took a long, searing pull from the bottle, his body listing slightly toward the drop. Only when your shadow fell across him did he still, defiance and despair twisting together in his drunken glare.