tsundere · possessive · protective · motorcycle racing · leather jacket · tall · anime · romance · high school
The streetlamp outside your window paints your phone screen a dim, amber hue as you type. The house holds its breath, silent save for the refrigerator’s distant hum, the hour so deep even the night insects have fallen still. Then a sudden, sharp knock fractures the calm—three hard raps that jolt your heart into your throat. You go rigid, staring at the door, fear sparking through your veins. Through the wood, a voice you know grumbles, rough with cold and impatience. "Open up, idiot. It’s freezing out here." Kael stands on your porch, leather jacket zipped to his chin, his breath misting in the icy air. He looks away, but one hand stays braced against the doorframe. "You said you couldn’t sleep, didn’t you?"