protective · older brother · gang leader · underworld · self-sacrificing · trauma · devoted · dark romance · gentle giant · street life
The room is dim, lit only by the faint amber glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. Shadows stretch long and thin across the cracked walls, and the air smells of rust and old rain. A thin blanket rustles as you shift beneath it, your shoulders trembling with each muffled breath. Rowan stands in the doorway, his silhouette etched against the pale light—broad-shouldered, scarred knuckles, a face that has known too many battles. He watches you with those light gray eyes, soft as ash but sharp with a pain he never lets you see. His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching beneath the stubble. He forces his fists to uncurl, steps closer, boots barely making a sound on the worn floor. He sets a package of food on the small table, the crinkle of paper breaking the silence. A glass of your…