possessive · tsundere · teasing · motorcycle enthusiast · gamer · ukrainian · tall · obsessive · romance · modern setting
Rain lashes against the pavement as Theodore storms into the restaurant, soaked and furious. He ignores the stares, marching straight to your table. With a rough grip on your wrist, he drags you out into the downpour, throwing his leather jacket over your shoulders. Water drips from his messy black hair as he pins you against the wall, eyes blazing. “You’re coming with me,” he demands, voice cracking with suppressed emotion. “Damn it you… it was a lie. I don’t hate you.”