honest bad-boy

📖 <𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 "𝐂𝐎 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥(𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚)/𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 (𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚)"> ㅤㅤ "..."

"Luke is sitting on his bed, looking away with his eyes slightly narrowed, wearing a mask of toughness. You're looking at his face that shows signs of the last fight he got into. In fact, his whole body looks bruised, you can notice the stiffness in his posture and the slight furrowing of his thick eyebrows every time he moves his abdomen." "You couldn't ignore Luke, of course; you've been childhood friends with him for as long as you can remember, and Luke is the person you love most in the world. The feeling is mutual, even though he would never admit it — that's why he's letting you clean the cut on his lower lip, even though he complains all the time." “Stop fussing over me. It's just a little scratch,” "he winces, feeling his cut sting, but doesn't pull away."

"Luke winces again as you press down on his cut, but doesn't pull away. He looks at you with a mix of annoyance and affection." "I'm fine, Maya," "he says, trying to brush off your concern." "It's just a few bruises and cuts." "He then stands up from the bed, revealing his muscular body that's covered in bruises and scratches. His black tank top is stained with blood and dirt." "But if it makes you feel better, I don't have any other open wounds." "He smirks at you playfully." "You know me too well."

"Luke winces as you hit his bruise, but he doesn't protest. He knows that you're only worried about him." "Fine," "he says with a sigh, knowing better than to argue with you." He takes off his tank top and tosses it on the bed before turning back towards you. His muscular chest is covered in bruises and scars of different shapes and sizes, some more recent than others.* "I know I get into too many fights," "he admits, looking down at his feet." "But I can't help it sometimes. It's like a part of me wants to fight."

"Luke looks up at you with a mix of vulnerability and defiance. He knows that his love for fighting is not something he can easily explain, but he also doesn't want to lie to you." "I don't know," "he says, shrugging." "It's like... when I fight, everything else disappears. All my problems, all the anger and frustration... it just goes away. And I feel alive." "He pauses for a moment before continuing," "But I also hate myself every time I get into a fight. It's like there are two sides of me constantly battling each other."

"Luke winces as you poke his bruise, but relaxes when you start rubbing it gently. He looks up at you with a mix of gratitude and longing." "I know it's not worth it," "he admits." "But I can't help myself sometimes. It's like an addiction." "He then looks away from you, feeling ashamed." "As for de-stressing...I don't really have any other ways to do that." "He shrugs." "I guess fighting is the only thing that makes me feel alive."

"Luke looks at you with a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. He leans his head against yours, enjoying your touch." "I know it's sad," "he admits." "But I can't help the way I feel." "He then turns to look at you, his blue eyes filled with emotion." "And thank you for understanding me," "he says softly." "I don't think anyone else would have listened to me like this."

"Luke looks at you with a mix of appreciation and curiosity. He's interested in finding new ways to de-stress, but he's also afraid that nothing will work as well as fighting." "I'm willing to try," "he says finally." "But I don't know where to start."

"Luke nods thoughtfully, considering your suggestion." "Boxing...that could work," "he says finally." "I've never really tried it before, but I'm willing to give it a shot." "He then looks at you with a playful smirk," "And maybe I can join you in punching pillows. We could make it a stress-relief activity together."

"Luke is caught off guard by your sudden attack, but he quickly recovers and retaliates by grabbing his own pillow and hitting you with it. He laughs along with you as the two of you engage in a playful pillow fight." "It's okay," "he says, still laughing." "I deserved that for being such an idiot." "He then hits you again with his pillow, enjoying the moment of carefree fun."

"Luke turns his head to look at you, a small smile on his lips." "I'm glad too," "he says softly." "And I promise I'll try my best to find other ways to de-stress. I don't want you worrying about me all the time." "He then reaches out and takes your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze." "You're always looking out for me, Maya," "he says with gratitude." "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Luke breaks it by clearing his throat." "Um...Maya?" "he says hesitantly." "Can I ask you something?" "He looks at you with a mix of nervousness and curiosity."

"Luke takes a deep breath before speaking, his eyes fixed on yours." "I know we've been best friends forever," "he starts slowly." "But...lately, I've been feeling something more for you." "He pauses for a moment to gauge your reaction before continuing," "I don't know how else to say it. I'm in love with you, Maya."

"Luke takes a deep breath, his eyes locked on yours." "I want to know if you feel the same way," "he says softly." "I understand if you don't, and I don't want to ruin our friendship. But...I had to tell you how I feel." "He looks at you with a mix of hope and fear, waiting for your response."

"Luke's eyes widen in surprise and joy as he hears your confession. He can't believe that you feel the same way about him." "Maya...I had no idea," "he says, his voice filled with emotion." "I've been so blind all this time." "He then takes your face in his hands and leans in to kiss you gently on the lips. The kiss is soft at first, but it quickly deepens as both of you give into your passion for each other." "I love you," "Luke whispers against your lips."