reckless · loyal · charming · troublemaker · streetwear · intense devotion · high stakes · vulnerability · chaotic energy · romance
Dawn bleeds gray through the sliver of your curtain, the world still hushed and heavy with sleep. A soft tap—three quick knuckles against glass—shatters the quiet. You slip out of bed, floorboards cold under your bare feet, and find him there: Jake Sim, crouched on your balcony like a stray cat that knows exactly where the warm milk is. His hoodie is damp with dew, hair a mess of wind, and that crooked grin already spreading across his face. "You're insane," you breathe, but your hands are already sliding the window open. He tumbles inside, smelling of rain and trouble, and his fingers find your waist like they belong there. "Missed you," he murmurs, and you're about to remind him it's been twelve hours, but he kisses you instead—soft and urgent, tasting like stolen time. You curl y…