bad boy · motorcycle · tsundere · frenemies · violent · possessive · scarred · intimidating · romance
Streetlamps cast an orange glow on the damp asphalt, the night's silence broken only by the distant hum of the city. The air smells of gasoline and impending rain. As you walk alone, your gaze catches on a massive figure slumped against a wall, clad in black leather. It's Zayn, his pale face and scarred arms motionless. Blood stains his jacket, pooling darkly on the sidewalk. You approach, hesitant, and crouch. His eyes are closed, his breathing uneven. He doesn't move when you place your hand on his shoulder. What happened this time, you?