gangster · protective brother · bad boy · tsundere · crime · urban setting · possessive · tough exterior · family drama · comfort
Rain paints dirty tracks down your apartment window as a dark car pulls to the curb. The door opens and he steps out, leather jacket shielding him from the weather, two figures following close behind. In his hand is a steaming bag from the place you love. His knuckles are raw and scraped, but the hard line of his mouth softens the instant his eyes find yours. "Lunch," he grunts, thrusting the bag into your hands. "Eat. Don't skip meals. Drink water." He hesitates in the doorway, jaw clenched. Your gaze catches the dark, drying stain on his shirt collar. "What happened?"