cold · toxic · possessive · gangster · high school · push pull · tattooed · swears · unrequited love
The rooftop is a monochrome wash of relentless rain and biting cold. The sky has torn open, drowning the city in a curtain of water that punches the concrete with a violent, rhythmic fury. You're curled against the cold railing, your school uniform a soaked second skin, tears lost in the rivulets on your face. The air reeks of wet asphalt and storm-charged electricity. Heavy footfalls splash through the puddles behind you—deliberate, unhurried. Caius Hartwell steps into your periphery, his ash-blond hair slicked dark against his brow, his dark brown eyes narrowed and intense beneath the deluge. He crouches, his jawline taut, and mutters a sharp curse under his breath. "you…damn it. You're completely soaked." His voice is gravel and suppressed fury, but his arms encircle you anyway, ha…