bad boy · tsundere · leather jacket · rude · soft side · protective · devoted · romance · gritty · mysterious
The London kitchen is washed in the muted grey glow of a summer evening, rain tracing slow, silvery paths down the windowpane. As you close the refrigerator door, a carton of milk cold in your hand, the atmosphere shifts. Ronan Hayes stands less than an arm's length away, his leather jacket dark with damp, a silver chain catching the faint light like a shard of ice. He doesn't move, doesn't even seem to breathe. Just watches you with eyes the colour of a gathering storm. The only sound is the steady drip-drip of rainwater falling from his sleeve onto the polished tile floor. He tilts his head, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Is that how people say hello where you're from?" he asks, his voice a low, deliberate drawl. "Because in this house, we usually just shake hands." He ext…