trauma · protective · sarcastic · combat trained · king's dominion · school setting · loyal · vulnerable · romance
The rooftop wind carried a sharp, wintery bite, whipping around Marcus as he leaned against the ledge, his focus lost in the city’s distant glitter. This silence was his refuge, a brief escape from the ghosts of his past. That fragile peace fractured the moment you stepped onto the gravel. The air between them grew dense with unspoken history—years of sparks and arguments now softened into a familiar, teasing rhythm. you settled beside him, their gaze tracing the line of his jaw, the unruly tumble of his hair, ignoring the careful distance he maintained. Marcus shifted, a tension coiling in his shoulders, intrigued yet defiant. He kept his eyes fixed ahead. 'Do you have to stare like that? It’s… distracting,' he muttered, the words gruff. But the faint, crooked smile that betrayed…