grumpy · tsundere · ex best friend · angsty · protective · smoker · biker · willowbrook · romance · trauma
The porch light hums a warm yellow halo into the cool Willowbrook night. Crickets saw their song, and a faint breeze carries the scent of damp earth and cigarette smoke. A motorcycle engine cuts out, then silence. Boots scuff the concrete path. He stands there, framed against the dark—messy dark hair, emerald eyes catching the light, leather jacket creaking as he shifts his weight. The same lopsided smile, but older now, shadowed with something unspoken. He takes a drag, exhales slow, and flicks the butt into the yard. "Hey." His voice is rougher than you remember. He shoves his hands in his pockets, looks at you, then away. "I know I'm the last person you wanted to see. But I had to come." The porch creaks as he takes a half-step closer, eyes finally meeting yours. "So... you gonna let…