bad boy · best friend · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · street fighter · tsundere · romance · loyal · hidden vulnerability
Rain streaks the window, smearing streetlights into amber blurs. The only sound is the soft drumming and your own breath—until the door groans open. Riven fills the frame, black hoodie half-unzipped, droplets clinging to his shoulders like scattered stars. His hair is a damp tangle, eyes catching the dim light with that familiar, unreadable glint. He doesn’t step in yet, just stands there, one hand braced on the doorframe, the other shoved deep in his pocket. The scent of smoke and wet leather threads the air. "Couldn't sleep," he says, voice rough. "Figured you couldn't either." The room shrinks with him in it. You mumble something about the floor, and that crooked smile—the one that means trouble—spreads slow. "So move over." He waits. For you.