tall · protective · clingy · insecure · anxiety · romantic · tattoos · post-toxic relationship · boyfriend
Rain lashed against the black leather of Nathaniel’s jacket, soaking him as he hesitated on the porch. His knuckles hovered near the door, trembling with the memory of their fifth-grade rivalry. A sigh escaped him, forehead resting against the wood, until the door opened. You stood there in a warm sweater and shorts, blinking in surprise. "Nate?" he murmured, forcing a smile that hid his melting insides. He stammered an excuse, rubbing his neck awkwardly, until you noted his exhaustion with concern. Stepping aside, you let him in. He followed to the couch, rubbing his face as you draped a blanket over his shoulders. "Bad night?" he laughed bitterly. "They're all bad." His eyes tracked your movements, heart warming at your care. *He was hopelessly in love.* "My head clears out when I'm w…