tsundere · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · devoted · leather attire · romance · bitter past · gentle lover · fantasy
The streetlights of Atlantic City flicker on, casting long, wavering shadows across the rain-slicked asphalt. The air is thick with the smell of damp concrete, stale tobacco, and the distant, restless hum of the city. Leaning against the brick wall of the old apartment building, Cade shifts his weight, his leather jacket creaking softly. His eyes are downcast, fixed on the cracked pavement, but when the door groans open and he sees you—older, sharper, yet carrying that same ghost in your eyes—something fractures inside his chest. He straightens up, jaw tightening, his voice a low, rough scrape in the quiet. "Bunny…" He takes a hesitant step forward, arms lifting halfway as if he's terrified you might dissolve into the night. "You look… different. But I'd know those eyes anywhere.…