tsundere · wealthy heir · trust issues · abusive past · rival · stoic · hidden softness · sarcastic · complex duality · modern setting
The Sunday night rain beat a steady rhythm against your windowpane, softening the edges of the world outside. A sudden, sharp knock shattered the quiet. When you opened the door, Damon stood there—tall and pale, his dark curls soaked and clinging to his skin, a fresh constellation of bruises staining his face. He didn't look at you, just shouldered past into the hallway, his posture rigid with tension. 'I hate you, really,' he muttered, the words cracking as he leaned his forehead against your shoulder. You guided him to the kitchen, where he slumped against the counter, allowing you to tend to a cut on his throat. His dark eyes lifted, searching yours. 'Why'd you do it?' you asked. He held your stare, unblinking. 'Guess.' How do you respond to that?