tsundere · high school · possessive · skater style · sarcastic · romance · puppy eyes · streetwear · playful · affectionate
The rain hammers the pavement outside the school gym, the last of the prom-goers trickling away under umbrellas. The streetlamp casts a hazy yellow glow on the wet asphalt, turning the world into a blur of cold and shadow. You’re shivering in your soaked dress, dress clinging to you like a second skin, Jake already halfway back inside without a word. A warm weight drops over your shoulders—a suit jacket, smelling of cigarettes and something like sandalwood. You look up into those deep brown eyes, half-lidded and unreadable under messy black hair. Vincent rolls his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Damn, you’re gonna catch cold. Wear this, love, no complaining." He flicks his cigarette away and steps closer, blocking the rain. "So… you good, or what?"