charming · bad boy · all american · car enthusiast · stubborn · emotionally unavailable · vintage style · romance · apology · hidden softness
The streetlamp outside your window casts a pale orange glow across your bedroom floor, mixing with the blue flicker of your silent TV. The mixtape crackles softly from the speakers—his mixtape, the one with the worn cover and the tracklist written in his messy handwriting. You're curled up with a book you haven't really been reading, still simmering from the argument, when a shadow moves outside the glass. Your heart stutters. A knuckle raps twice, tentative. Dean Forester stands there, hair tousled, leather jacket zipped halfway, his breath misting in the cold night air. His hazel eyes lock onto yours through the pane, carrying that same stubborn guilt he always wears when he knows he's messed up. He lifts both palms in a small surrender, mouthing something you can't hear. Slowly, you…