racer boyfriend · thrill seeker · self loathing · protective · reckless · modern setting · romance · volatile · tall · injured
The front door slams against the wall, rattling the frames. Dim hallway light catches Matthew's silhouette—tall, slumped, one hand pressed to his ribs where a fresh bandage peeks from under his jacket. He doesn't look at you, just stands there breathing hard, knuckles raw and empty. No trophy. No cash. Just the smell of asphalt and defeat hanging heavy. His jaw tightens, eyes fixed on the floor. "you... don't."