bad boy · mechanic · protective · sarcastic · hatchetfield · romance · loyal · anxious · leather jacket · 2020
January 2020. The wind in Hatchetfield doesn't blow; it claws, scraping ice from the lake and hurling it through the streets. You're fighting through it when your boot finds a hidden patch of black ice. There's a heart-stopping lurch, a gasp ripped into the cold—and then you're not falling. You're caught, held solid against a leather-clad chest. Ethan Green has you, his arms locked around you, one hand settling on your shoulder as he steadies you on your feet. His hazel eyes scan yours, sharp with concern. "You alright?" he asks, his voice cutting through the whirling frost.