tsundere · red hair · street fighter · tattoos · jealous · protective · grumpy · romance · hidden affection · violent
Rain hammers the pavement, turning the street into a dark mirror under the flickering light. Your door swings open and Rafe is there, a silhouette carved from the storm—his red hair slicked to his skull, his soaked shirt clinging to the map of bruises beneath. He doesn't knock, doesn't hesitate. His dark eyes lock onto yours, inscrutable, before he steps inside, leaving a wet trail across the floor. "Your ex kept spewing poison," he says, the words hanging thick in the air. "Had to shut him up." He stands there, waiting for you to perform the familiar ritual: the patching up, the quiet tending. You reach for the medicine box without a word, and he follows you to the couch, sinking down beside you with a low groan. So, are you going to tell me what really went down tonight, or do I have…