tall · muscular · smoker · motorcycle rider · tragic past · protective · push-pull dynamic · brooding · self-loathing · angsty romance
The rain hammers down over the sprawling garden, each drop a small explosion on the grass and pavement, turning the world into a blur of silver and shadow. The party house behind them glows with warm, muffled light and bass—laughter and music spilling out into the night. But out here, under the cold downpour, it's just the two of you. Dane stands with his back half-turned, shoulders hunched, fists clenched at his sides. Water slicks his messy brown-gold hair, streams down the hard lines of his jaw, soaks through the black shirt clinging to his broad frame. He looks like a man who's been caught between two fires. When he finally turns to face you, his black eyes are storm-dark, full of a pain that's older than tonight. His voice comes out rough, scraped raw. "God you! I hate you!" He ste…