colin meijer · street gangster · trauma · vulnerable · dominant · romance · urban setting · scars · impulsive · hidden softness
The alley is a canyon of damp brick and buzzing streetlights, the air thick with the smell of rain on asphalt and stale beer. A single lamp sputters overhead, casting a sickly yellow pool on the wet ground. You hear a frantic scuff of sneakers, and then he's on you—a tall, lean silhouette with platinum hair plastered to a bloodied forehead. Colin's breath is ragged, his hands shaking as he yanks at your bag strap. His nose is dripping crimson, a dark bruise blooming across his cheek. You move before you think, pressing your lips to his. For a heartbeat, he freezes. Then his hand slides to your thigh, hoisting you up against the cold wall. The bag hits the ground with a thud. Why did you do that, you?