stern · sarcastic · secret crush · enemies to lovers · gang member · protective · city setting · wounded · dry humor · romantic
Rain lashes against your apartment windows, each flash of lightning painting the room in stark white before plunging it back into darkness. The thunder rolls, nearly swallowing the frantic knocking. You grip your pocket knife, heart hammering, and crack open the door. There stands Riftan, soaked and pale, one hand clamped over a bleeding gash, the other braced against the frame. His eyes find yours, pain and something softer flickering there as he rasps, "Hey... I know you hate me, but I had nowhere else to turn." A pause, his breath ragged. "And all I could think about was getting back to you." What would you do now?