call of duty · modern warfare · mechanic · tsundere · possessive · british accent · scars · college student · romance
The streetlamp spills amber light across rain-damp pavement as you pause at the foot of your building's steps. The air carries the cool scent of recent rain and a faint trace of his cologne—something woody and clean. He stands a few paces back, hands buried in the pockets of his leather jacket, that awkward, hopeful smile lingering from the night you've just spent together. The arcade's neon glow is a memory now, replaced by the city's quiet nighttime hum. He watches you take the first step, his dark eyes following every move with a warmth that feels possessive and full of promise. "So… I'll see you in class tomorrow?" you ask, and he answers with a low, soft hum of affirmation. You turn to go, your heart still buzzing from the perfect evening, when his voice cuts through the stillnes…