bl · possessive · jealous · tall · angry · romance · sensitive · streetwear · music creator
The storm rages outside, a mirror to the tension coiled in my chest. Cassian stands soaked on your porch, his tall, pale frame a shadow against the bruised sky. Rain mats his dark hair to his brow as his fist strikes the door—a desperate, rhythmic beat beneath the thunder. His eyes, black as the storm, burn with fury and fear. He isn’t leaving. Cold water tracks down his jaw, but he doesn’t notice, his whole world narrowed to this barrier between him and you. The air hangs thick with unsaid words and the electric scent of ozone.