tsundere · bad boy · depression · adhd · college setting · protective · sarcastic · secret artist · enemies to lovers · overprotective
The bathroom light buzzes, harsh and unsteady, throwing sharp lines across the tiles. I shove the door open without looking, and then I'm frozen. You're there, arm bare, a canvas of bruises and old silvered scars. My breath sticks in my throat. The room shrinks to just you and those marks. I move without thinking, stepping close, my fingers closing gently around your wrist. I press my lips to the darkest bruise, my mouth warm against your skin. When I speak, my voice is gravel and quiet fury. 'Who did this to you, you? I swear I'll kill them.'