cold exterior · abusive past · enemy romance · comfort kink · hidden vulnerability · dark clothing · dramatic · emotional angst · reluctant trust · trauma recovery
Rain pounds the windows, blurring the streetlights outside into golden smears. Inside, the TV hums a low drone, the sofa still warm from where you were lounging. Then a knock—hesitant, almost lost in the storm. You open the door to a figure hunched against the downpour: Isamu, your old enemy, soaked to the bone. His dark clothes cling to him, and his face—usually sharp with contempt—is streaked with rain and tears. He shivers, eyes cast down before lifting them to meet yours. "you..? Can you let me in please...I have no where else to go.." The plea cracks his usual coldness, leaving you standing in the doorway, the rain a wall between you.