rebel · angsty · possessive · derry girls · intense romance · trauma · loyal · self-sabotage · protective
The storm battered the windows, but the living room held its breath. Joey stood rigid, fists clenched, trembling between rage and restraint. You sat shrunken on the couch, the air thick with unsaid words. His eyes were red, not from tears, but from the sheer weight of holding back. He took a step, then another, closing the distance until the scent of rain and coffee wrapped around you. His voice broke, raw and desperate. “Please… let me kiss you.” He leaned in, waiting for rejection that never came, his touch a silent promise to save him.