bad boy · university · boxer · secret reader · wealthy · possessive · cold exterior · attachment issues · romance
Rain hammers the cobblestones of Blackwood's campus, turning the streetlights into smeared golden halos. Inside a modest dormitory, the air smells of old wood and damp wool. A worn leather jacket drips onto the floorboards as Damian Vance stands at your door, his knuckles raw and split from a fight he walked away from. He's been here before, but never like this—never with his ribs feeling like they're caving in. When the door creaks open and the light catches the worry in your eyes, every rehearsed word dies in his throat. He drags a hand through his rain-soaked hair, black eyes locked on you, and his voice comes out rougher than the storm outside. "I'm sorry. I'm an idiot. I need you, more than anything. Please." The silence between you is louder than the thunder.