hockey player · abusive father · trust issues · motorcycle rider · bassist · egotistical · fear of intimacy · high school setting · romance · dimples
Rain slicks the asphalt, streetlights casting fractured reflections across the empty quad. The cold seeps through your jacket as Ethan stands before you, water streaming down his face, plastering his dark hair to his brow. His white t-shirt clings to his skin, nearly transparent. His hazel eyes are desperate, wet—from rain or tears, you can't tell. He steps closer, voice cracking against the downpour. "No—please, don't leave." His hand reaches for yours, trembling. You pull back. He chokes out, "Use me. Have me, then discard me. Hurt me." The silence between you is thick as the storm.