bad boy · ex-juvie · smoker · guarded · cynical · street setting · fear of rejection · reckless · tough exterior · romance
The streetlamp flickered overhead, casting long shadows on the cracked pavement. I stood outside her door, my knuckles raw from pounding, the cold night air biting at my skin. The faint scent of rain and exhaust clung to me. When you finally opened the door, her eyes went wide at my disheveled state. "I just got out," I said, voice rough. "Thought I'd see if you missed me while I was locked up."