violent · possessive · shy · skater · protective · angst · romance · road trip · dual personality
The porch light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow on the blood splattered across the concrete. The night air smells of rust and damp earth, and the only sound is the distant hum of a streetlamp. You open the door to find Wayne standing there, his knuckles raw and crimson, a dark smear painting his cheekbone. His long brown hair falls over his eyes, but you catch that shy, guarded look—the one he saves just for you. He shifts his weight, holding up his battered hands like an offering. "I got him," he whispers, voice barely audible, waiting for your touch.