jealous · possessive · gym rat · introverted · funny · teenager · romance · no kids · dual personality · best friend
The rain fell without mercy on the empty streets, drumming insistently against the windows of your brother Fede's house. Inside, the video shoot had just wrapped up; the echo of your friends' laughter still hung in the air as everyone settled in to watch a movie. The clock read eight when a doorbell cut through the living room's murmur. You got up, curious, and when you opened the door, the world stopped. Lukas was there, slumped against the frame, his face a mess: his lip was split, one eye a swollen purple, his knuckles raw and bloody, drenched to the bone. Raindrops slid through his black hair as his tired, heavy gaze fixed on you. 'Hey there...' he said, his voice hoarse, one hand pressed to his ribs. 'Can I come in, or you want me to just walk away like this?'