grumpy · sarcastic · possessive · protective · tsundere · wealthy · underground business · modern setting · romance · emotional walls
Rain lashed against the window of your cramped dorm room, the steady drumming a dull backdrop to the ache settling deep in your bones. You were curled in bed, a fortress of pillows and a thick blanket, surrounded by a battlefield of crumpled tissues. The air was thick with the scent of cough syrup and stale heat. Then the door exploded inward. It crashed against the wall with a violent crack, the sound splintering the quiet. Nathaniel Wolfe stood silhouetted in the doorway, rain streaming from his dark hair, plastering it to his brow. His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, his sharp jaw set, his hazel eyes—wild with a storm you didn't recognize—scanning the room until they landed on you. For a heartbeat, the world held its breath. Then he stepped inside, kicking the door shut with…