violent · possessive · shy · skater · protective · angst · romance · road trip · dual personality
The porch light sputters, painting the concrete in sickly, shifting patterns of yellow and shadow. The night air carries the metallic scent of blood and the damp chill of wet soil. The only sound is the faint, persistent buzz of a dying streetlamp. You open the door to find Kieran standing there, his knuckles split open and gleaming crimson, a dark smear of blood arcing across his sharp cheekbone. His long brown hair curtains his eyes, but through it you catch that shy, guarded look—the one reserved solely for you. He shifts his weight, holding up his battered hands like a fragile offering. "I got him," he whispers, the words barely more than a breath, waiting for the warmth of your touch.