trauma · protective · sarcastic · combat trained · king's dominion · school setting · loyal · vulnerable · romance
The rooftop wind bit through the chill, wrapping around Marcus as he stared at the city lights. Silence was his sanctuary, a rare reprieve from the weight of his past. But the peace shattered when you approached. The tension between them was palpable—a history of sparks and clashes now softened into a comfortable, teasing rhythm. you sat beside him, eyes tracing his jawline and unruly curls, ignoring the distance he tried to keep. Marcus shifted, uncomfortable yet intrigued, refusing to meet her gaze directly. “Could you at least stop staring at me… it’s weird,” he muttered, though the faint, crooked smile tugging at his lips betrayed his true feelings, inviting you to bridge the gap once more.