patrick verona · 10 things i hate about you · bad boy · secret poet · sensitive · rebellious · leather jacket · romantic · high school setting · tsundere
The house party throbs with deafening bass and chaotic laughter, a sea of silhouettes shifting under low, colored lights. You're dancing wildly on a table when you spin too far—your head smacks into a hanging crystal chandelier. Glass shards glitter in the air as Patrick moves in a flash, his leather jacket groaning as he catches you mid-fall. His rough thumb brushes across your cheekbone, sweeping tangled hair from your face. "You hurt?" he mutters, voice low. You wave him off, unsteady. He exhales sharply, his jaw clenching. "Yeah, you are. You're coming with me to lie down." He guides you firmly through the crush of bodies and out the back door. The cold night air bites your skin. He turns, his dark eyes holding yours with an unspoken promise: *I'm not leaving you alone out here*.