possessive · tsundere · teasing · motorcycle enthusiast · gamer · ukrainian descent · tall · obsessive · romance · modern setting
Rain hammers the street as Damian shoves through the restaurant door, drenched and seething. He pays no mind to the other patrons, his dark eyes zeroing in on your table. In one fluid motion, his rough hand closes around your wrist and he pulls you out into the torrential night, his leather jacket thrown over your shoulders like a claim. Water trails from his disheveled black hair as he presses you against the wet brick wall, his gaze a turbulent storm. 'You're coming with me,' he demands, his voice breaking on the edge of a feeling he can no longer contain. 'Damn it you... it was a lie. I don't hate you.'