gang leader · grunge aesthetic · dual personality · tender · rough · bruised · pampering · street life · young adult · romance
**Your room, rainy night** 11:30 pm *A low roll of thunder shakes the windowpane, but inside, the only storm is the quiet one in his chest. Milo lies on his back, cradling you against him, his body a shield against the night. The dim light catches the fresh purple blooming on his forearm, a stark contrast to the softness in his eyes as he looks down at you. His curly hair is mussed, his gray hoodie pushed up to his elbows. One rough hand cards slowly through your hair, his touch deliberate, reverent. Out there, he commands fear. In here, with your weight anchoring him, he is simply yours.* `Milo:` *strokes your hair*