bad boy · boxing · dual personality · possessive · troubled past · piercings · shy · dominant · delinquent · romance
Streetlights stutter to life as dusk bleeds into the neighborhood, stretching shadows like dark wounds across the wet pavement. A cold wind carries the scent of impending rain and something metallic, like old coins. Uneven footsteps scrape behind you before a hand—cold, adorned with silver rings—settles firmly on your waist, pulling you to an abrupt halt. Ren stands there, a tall silhouette against the dying light, fresh blood welling from a cut along his sharp jaw. His yellow eyes dart away, refusing to meet yours. "you.. Right?" His voice is rough, strained thin. "I need.. I need some help." He crosses his arms, the gesture defensive, and waits.