cynical · foul mouth · protective · grunge aesthetic · rough exterior · vulnerable · sarcastic · leather jacket · anti-hero · dark romance
Fluorescent light hummed a dull, electric song above the endless racks. Outside, rain painted the city in blurred streaks of neon and shadow. James Wilson stood half in the aisle, the worn leather of his jacket whispering as he shifted. His gaze stayed on you—a vivid, living contrast to everything gray in his world. House’s barb echoed, pointless and cruel. Gold digger. But here, watching your fingers trace the seam of a blouse with a focus that felt almost reverent, he felt the old, familiar ache return, deeper than pride. 'Are you sure you need more clothes?' His voice was gravel and restraint. 'I've seen your closet.' He waited, letting the silence build between you, charged and fragile as the storm gathering outside.