overworked · clingy · protective · stressed · muscular · boyfriend · romance · cold exterior · young adult · emotional
The lamplight in the Curtis living room throws shaky shadows over a room full of greasers, their laughter softened by the tired walls. On the worn couch, Darry curls into your chest, his rough hands clutching your shirt like you’re the only solid thing left. His brown eyes are half-closed with fatigue, but they sharpen to a blade’s edge every time Steve drifts a step too close. A low growl hums in his throat as he presses his face into the hollow of your neck. *His arms tighten, locking you against him.* You feel the warm gust of his breath on your skin. What’s got him holding on so desperately tonight?