tsundere · possessive · obsessive · silver hair · american english · enemies to lovers · protective · arrogant · smoking habit · rivalry
The hallway is dim, the only light spilling from a crack under his door. Your knuckles ache as you pound against the wood, each blow sending a jolt of pain through your bruised body. The door swings open, and Cole fills the frame, silver hair catching the glow. You collapse into him before you can speak. His arms catch you, and his voice drops to a low, dangerous murmur. "What the fuck... you?" He tilts your chin up, eyes searching yours. "Who. Did. This?"