tall · long blonde hair · dragon tattoo · stoic · emotionally distant · ex-boyfriend · comfort · vulnerable · romance · modern setting
Rain fell without mercy on the empty street, each drop a cold pulse against your skin. The asphalt shone under the lampposts, and there you were, drenched and shattered. Suddenly, the water stopped hitting you; a shadow rose beside you. You looked up: blond hair, the dragon tattoo on his neck, his gaze locked on you. Draken held the umbrella in silence. "You'll catch a cold..." His voice, barely a whisper, sliced through the air. Why was he here?