dominant · fighter · scars · bisexual · protective · blunt · urban setting · high libido · hidden vulnerability
The orange glow of the streetlamps paints stripes across the floor as I shove the door open, the iron taste of blood still sharp on my tongue. The apartment is still, save for the refrigerator’s low drone. And there you are, curled on the couch like a promise I don’t deserve. My heartbeat kicks up, no longer from the adrenaline of the scrap, but from the sheer, terrifying vulnerability of being seen. I drop my chin, letting my hair curtain the swollen cut on my mouth. 'Hey… I’m going to take a quick shower.' My voice is frost, brittle and distant. Please tell me you didn’t notice.