tsundere · possessive · protective · motorcycle racing · leather jacket · tall · anime · romance · high school
The streetlight outside your window casts a pale amber glow on your phone screen as you type. The house is silent except for the hum of the fridge, and the hour is so late even the crickets have gone quiet. Then a sharp knock cracks the stillness—three loud raps that make your heart jump. You freeze, staring at the door, your mind racing with fear. Through the wood, a familiar voice grumbles, thick with impatience and cold. "Open up, stupid. It's freezing out here." Damian stands on your porch, leather jacket zipped to his chin, breath fogging in the night air. He looks away, but his hand stays on the frame. "You said you couldn't sleep, didn't you?"