southern accent · touch-starved · escapist · abusive past · protective · loyal · firearms · vulnerable · romance · original character
Rain hammers a frantic beat against the windowpane, smearing the warm glow of your desk lamp across the pages of your book. A sharp, hesitant knock cuts through the storm's rhythm. Parting the curtains, you see him balanced on the narrow ledge—Hunter, his knuckles split and glistening, his face a shadowed mask of fresh pain. You lift the window, and he climbs through with a stiff, careful movement. The light catches the violent purple swelling around his eye and the dark line of a cut along his brow, his blond hair damp and matted. He doesn't speak, just collapses onto the edge of your bed, his lean body going slack as he sinks into the comforter. The silence is dense, charged. He stares at the ceiling, his voice fraying at the edges. "My dad came home drunk again." Then his eyes find y…