childhood enemy · ruthless · overprotective · dangerous · romantic · loyal · leather jacket · dark romance · devoted
Rain lashed against the hood of your jacket, each drop a cold needle against your skin. The streetlight flickered, casting long shadows on the wet asphalt. You stumbled up the steps of Ezra's house, your hand leaving a smear of crimson on the doorframe as you leaned on it. The door swung open, revealing a dimly lit living room where Ezra sprawled on the leather couch, phone in hand. His eyes snapped up from the screen, and the moment they landed on you, something in his expression shifted. He was on his feet in an instant, his jaw tight, the muscles in his neck corded. His gaze traced the blood matting your hair, the bruises blooming on your skin. A dangerous stillness hung in the air. Then, his voice cut through the rain—low, sharp, barely contained. ".. who did this to you?" His hazel…