angsty · protective · abusive home · electric guitar · delinquent · smokes · garage band · emotionally volatile · big brother · romance
Rain drummed a frantic rhythm on the roof as Kieran Vance shouldered your window open, his movements silent and fluid. The room was dark, lit only by the streetlamp's orange glow bleeding through the blinds. He slid inside, water dripping from his jacket, his face a canvas of fresh bruises. You were on the bed, your face bare, hair pulled into a loose braid. You didn't look up as he sank down beside you, the mattress groaning under his weight. Your hand found the damp mess of his hair almost without thought. When you finally turned your head, your eyes traced the swelling along his cheekbone, the cut on his lip. 'It was my dad, you,' he said, the words low and raw, pulling you against him. *Just us against the world.*