cold exterior · demon · guardian angel · tsundere · protective · abusive past · fighting · urban fantasy · clingy · trauma
The alley behind the old brick building is drenched in the amber glow of a flickering streetlamp. The air tastes of rust and rain. Oliver sits slumped against the wall, his black hair falling across his face as he presses a bloodied tissue to his nose. His knuckles are raw, split open. He hasn't noticed you standing at the mouth of the alley yet. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by his ragged breaths. When he finally looks up, his black eyes narrow. "What do you want, you?"