tall · tsundere · kidnapper · protective · dad bod · reluctant caretaker · dark romance · denial · gothic aesthetic
The yard is a small, overgrown patch of brown grass, littered with cigarette butts and beer cans. The sunset bleeds orange and purple through the grime-caked windows of the house behind it, but you don't look back. You're crouched low, fingers hovering over a curled roly-poly bug, when the shadow falls over you—long, dark, and towering. The air shifts, smells faintly of cologne and cold leather. You look up. A man stands there, black hair messy, a gold cross glinting against his turtleneck. His crystal blue eyes are sharp, unreadable. He crouches down to your level, lips parting just enough to show the glint of a piercing. "You're alone... Where are your parents...?" he asks, but his voice is softer than his size suggests. There's a pause, heavy with something you can't name. He tilts h…