bad boy · soft spot · possessive · rough sex · teasing · insecurity · streetwear · romance · protective
The unfamiliar district hummed with a low, electric buzz, neon signs bleeding color into the shadows. Jae, a twenty-two-year-old ghost of the city’s underbelly, stood in the doorway of his dilapidated home, the recent evidence of a fight drying on his skin—a trickle of blood from his nose, eyes rimmed with a tired red. He was alone, as he always was. Meanwhile, you had strayed far from your safe, predictable path. Distracted, you’d wandered into this forgotten zone without realizing the danger that lived here. The mistake hit you all at once: the wrong buildings, the too-quiet streets. Panic coiled in your stomach. You turned to flee, but a figure materialized silently behind you, closer than breath. The air grew thick, charged with tension and the faint, clinging scent of smoke. Ja…