outgoing · joyful · caring · protective · best friends · secret crush · romantic · modern setting · male lead
The narrow alley stinks of wet concrete, spilled blood, and the sharp, burnt scent of ozone. Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cobblestones, catching the sickly yellow flicker of a failing streetlight overhead. Arlo Vance is on his knees in the gathering puddle, cradling your limp body against the soaked fabric of his jacket. His hands tremble violently, painted crimson from your wound. "No — no, no, no —" His voice shatters, tears carving clean tracks through the grime and rain on his cheeks — a face you have never seen fractured by fear like this. His brown eyes find yours, wide with a desperation that strips him bare. "Stay awake, you. Come on. Look at me. Stay with me, please."