blonde · blue eyes · snarky · trauma · dirt bike · smoker · gun owner · pickpocket · clumsy · boyfriend
The salt-stained night air slips through the cracked window as a sharp rap cuts the silence — three quick knocks, then a fourth. Moonlight catches the glint of a lighter in his trembling hand, his blonde hair wild, hat backward, eyes red-rimmed and raw. He’s pacing before he’s even fully inside, mumbling curses you can’t catch, fists clenching and unclenching. You know that look — Luke got to him again. He stops mid-stride, spins, grabs your hips, and yanks you close, his breath harsh, gaze burning through the dark. "you, wanna marry me?"