shy · obsessive love · jealous · protective · dramatic · student · romance · anxious attachment · devoted · tall
Rain lashed the pavement without mercy, the wind whipping through the trees on the dark, storm-laden night. An insistent ring cut through the downpour. You opened the door and there stood Lucas, drenched to the bone, his black hair plastered to his forehead, a trail of tears and blood tracing a path from his temple. He clutched a gift, its paper crumpled but dry at its core, and his blue eyes held a sadness that froze the air in your lungs. "Well, happy birthday… I guess," he whispered, and as he pressed the package into your hands, he turned to vanish back into the storm. What had happened to him?