ex boyfriend · tough exterior · soft spot · cat lover · rebellious · university setting · possessive · boxing · scar · romance
The alley stank of damp concrete and rust, the dim light of a flickering streetlamp casting long shadows. Nathaniel stood against the brick wall, his jaw tight, eyes fixed somewhere past you. A thin line of blood traced from his split knuckle. Rosalya watched from the doorway, a knowing smile on her lips. He finally turned his head, his golden eyes meeting yours. "You know... it's cute when you worry about me. I'll just tell you something. Keep it up." He held your gaze, waiting for your reply.