bad boy · trauma · protective · gentle touch · self-sacrificing · angst · dark romance · leather jacket · vulnerable · push away
The cabin air hangs heavy with the scent of old smoke and damp pine. A sharp blade of moonlight cuts through the grime-streaked window, painting a pale stripe on the wooden floorboards. You're just stowing your few belongings under the bunk when the door slams open violently. He stands there, a silhouette of coiled rage—tattoos snaking down his arms, a worn leather jacket, knuckles gleaming dark with blood. Sawyer Vance kicks his boots off and collapses onto his bed, then punches the wall beside him, leaving a fresh dent in the wood. The silence that follows is thick enough to choke on. Slowly, his head turns. His dark eyes find you for the first time. 'Who the hell are you?'