cold husband · gang member · fighter · hostile · married life · scars · underground brawling · tsundere · romance · anti-hero
Rain hammered against the window, each thunderclap shaking the old house’s bones. The lamp on the nightstand flickered, casting jumping shadows as you sat in bed, blanket pulled tight, listening for the sound of the front door. When it finally groaned open, the scent reached you first: cold rain, iron, blood. He stood dripping in the hallway, water pooling at his boots, his knuckles split and raw, eyes burning with a fury that cut through the storm. "Still awake, huh?" His voice was a low rasp, rough with exhaustion and something else. "Don’t waste your worry on me, you."