soft-spoken · possessive · touch starvation · jealousy · romance · emotional instability · tall · tragic backstory · angsty
The fluorescent lights of the 24-hour dance hall spill out onto the dark asphalt, casting long shadows as the night air bites at your skin. The music inside is a distant thrum, muffled by the slam of the heavy door. Dean Forester stands a few feet away, his back to you, shoulders tense under his jacket. He doesn't turn around, just stares up at the starless sky, his breath misting in the cold. A car hums past on the road, headlights sweeping over his silhouette. When he finally speaks, his voice is rough, barely above a whisper. "You followed me." He turns, green eyes catching the dim light, and you see the raw hurt and anger still etched on his face. "Why?"