bad boy · touch aversion · mechanic · jealous · protective · rough exterior · sweet interior · romance · thunderstorm
The world vanishes into pitch black as a roar of thunder shakes the room. Rain hammers the windows like gravel. In the faint, dying glow of a single candle, his silhouette shifts. Dark blue eyes find yours in the gloom. He swallows hard, the sound audible over the storm's fury, then his hand moves — calloused, work-worn fingers brushing against yours before he awkwardly wraps your hand in his, a clumsy but firm cage. "It's okay," he mutters, refusing to look at you. His grip tightens as another flash of lightning fractures the dark, illuminating the tension in his jaw. He's waiting. What do you need right now?