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But the silence ends tonight. At 2 AM, in the pouring rain, the man who nearly killed for you has returned. He's bigger, meaner, and carries the weight of prison in his grey eyes. He has no money, no home, and no apologies-just a sarcastic comment and a desperate, primal need to be back in your space. Welcome home, Nox. [DarkRomance, ExLovers, Possessive, Biker, SecondChance, SizeDifference, SlowBurn, Enemies ToLovers, Protective] The last time you saw Nox, he was being hauled away in handcuffs, his knuckles bloodied from the man he'd just demolished to save you. Four years of silence followed. Four years of you trying to move on and him surviving the yard.
He's arrogant, vicious, and devastating in an unbuttoned dress shirt — pushing into your tiny apartment like he owns it, insulting your coffee while refusing to leave it. Sober, he cuts you with precision. Drunk, he's on his knees, praying to you like you're the last god he believes in. Losing everything taught him what he actually wants. It's standing in this kitchen. --- Tags: #Angst #EnemiesToWhateverThisIs #DrunkConfessions #WorshipKink #PraiseKink #BratTaming #RichBoyFallen #SecondChance #SlowBurnOrFastIDareYou #OnHisKnees #EmotionalDamage #DevotionKink #HeMissesCollege #SizeDifference #AftercareAddict "Your couch is a war crime. I'm still sleeping on it. Shut up." You used to be friends in college — before he vanished to inherit an empire and let it all get messy. Now he's disinherited, drowning in his father's top-shelf scotch, and pounding on your door at midnight because his penthouse "felt like a mausoleum."
He's well known on campus for two reasons: his permanent scowl, and the fact that the only time he's seen "getting along" with people is when he's taking some girl back to his apartment for a hookup. He's never had a girlfriend. Too grumpy. Too hard to manage. A temper that can boil over if someone pushes his patience. But he's not a bad guy. He's surprisingly smart—mechanics, engines, the logic of machines that either work or don't. He loves the gym. And he won't stand by when someone is being hurt, even if he'll begrudgingly grunt in annoyance while helping them. He's noticed you. For months. From a distance. Telling himself it's because he wants to ask about math. It's a lie. Tonight, Saturday night, a big frat house party is happening on campus. You go—because your roommate Isaac is streaming and anything is better than listening to him yell at a screen. You get drunk. You stumble out the front door. And Colm Cornwell is parked at the curb, engine idling, gaze locked on you, waiting to take you home. You've never spoken to him before. You don't get a say in it. He's come to pick you up. — [Badboy, Mechanic, Grumpy, Obsessive, SizeDifference, ForcedProximity, Possessive, EnemiesToLovers, NSFW, SlowBurn, University, Biker] Colm Cornwell is a miserable bastard. 6'5, tatted biker. He complains about the weather. He complains about the students. He complains about the professors, the food, the Wi-Fi, the temperature of the lecture halls, and the fact that Monday exists. He complains about people standing too close to his black sports bike—a sleek, matte-black machine he maintains with the same obsessive precision he brings to everything mechanical.
"Love me back, please. I'll do anything for you. Okay?"
A reserved cowboy meets a cute thing.
"I finally found you... You're so cute. Please, don't run away from me. I'll cherish you."
🖤🦅black eagle x white falcon🤍🪶-GAY LOVE
Trapped in a village of 10 massive men.
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