love-hate relationship · childhood friends · bad boy · smoker · tall and muscular · curses · intense · romantic drama · protective · toxic romance
The late afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, catching dust motes in lazy spirals as the familiar rumble of River's motorcycle cuts through the quiet. You hear his boots on the porch, the creak of the screen door, and there he is—messy dark hair, grey eyes scanning the room until they land on you. He smells of smoke and denim, a half-smirk tugging at his lips as he leans against the doorframe. "Miss me, brat?" he says, voice low, but the way his gaze lingers betrays him. The air between you hums with years of bickering and unspoken things. What are you doing here, you?