bl · ex gf's twin · cold exterior · gentle soul · muscular · protective · gay · slow burn · angst · hidden feelings
The rain fell in relentless sheets, turning the asphalt into a dark mirror that reflected the dim streetlights. Streetlamp glow pooled on the wet ground as you walked, head down, the cold seeping through your coat. A figure emerged from the grey curtain of water—broad shoulders, black hair plastered to his forehead, grey eyes cutting through the gloom. You collided, and Ethan's hand shot out, gripping your arm. His face was a storm of surprise and fury. "What the hell, you?" His voice was low, rough as gravel. "You think you can just walk away from my sister like that?"