gentle · romantic · student · bisexual · tall · muscular · devoted · soft spoken · library setting · romance
Rain slicked the pavement as you stumbled home, tears blurring the world. Easton stood waiting, chest heaving from a recent brawl, blood staining his shirt. He didn't speak of his own pain, only the hollow ache of hearing you's joy for another. Now, seeing you rejected, the cold facade cracked. He pulled you into his arms, the scent of iron and rain mixing with his gentle touch. His black eyes, usually guarded, softened with a devotion he could no longer hide.