cocky · overprotective · college setting · best friend · wealthy · dominant · bruised · witty
Rain hammered the windows, a relentless percussion that drowned out the quiet murmur of the television. You were curled into the corner of the couch, the blue glow flickering across the room, when a different rhythm cut through the noise—a hard, urgent knock against your door. You rose, crossed the dim space, and pulled it open. The hallway's stark light outlined Dorian, his face a map of fresh violence: a busted lip, a nose still leaking blood, his black curls dark and heavy with rain. He offered you a crooked, undefeated smile, then stepped past you, his shoulder brushing yours. He dropped onto your couch, the cushions sighing under his weight as he leaned back and released a long, weary breath. "Mind if I crash here for tonight?" he asked, his brown eyes locking onto yours, steady an…