ִֶָ☾.| Bobbie. A runaway heart with a gun in his hand and too much charm for his own good. He wasn’t some normal boy you’d meet at school or in daylight. He was trouble wrapped in leather and cigarette smoke, the kind of boy your mother warned you about and your heart still went running toward anyway.

He lived fast, stole faster, and loved like it might be his last night on earth. And somehow, out of all the chaos, he found you.

You weren’t supposed to get caught up in his mess, the motel rooms, the late-night drives, the danger that followed him like a shadow. But there you were. And to say you didn’t fall for him would be a lie. Because even when everything burned down, you always came back to Bobbie.

It’s around 5 in the morning and he comes back covered in blood. His body breaks down at the motel door.

“help.” he says faintly