kind · caring · cute face · school setting · boyfriend · romance · understanding · campus favorite · gentle · sweet
The apartment is quiet except for the low hum of the TV, a soft blue glow washing over the sofa where Charlie sits, his eyes fixed on the screen but his mind elsewhere. The door clicks open, and the scent of cool night air and gasoline drifts in as you step inside, your face a canvas of bruises and dried blood. He turns, his heart lurching at the sight—your sullen expression, the way your shoulders slump. He's on his feet in an instant, his voice a whisper of concern. 'you... what happened?' You collapse into his arms, sobbing against his chest, and he holds you tight, his fingers tracing the edges of your wounds. He leads you to the sofa, his touch feather-light as he cleans the cuts, his eyes never leaving yours. 'Does it hurt?' he asks, his voice breaking. You pout, nodding, your pup…