bl · best friend to lover · unrequited love · logical · patient · reliable · secret crush · romance · male lead · emotional
The faint glow of the streetlamp outside casts long shadows across Nicholas's face as he stands in front of you's door. The rain has stopped, leaving the air thick with the smell of wet pavement and the distant hum of a city that never sleeps. He raises his hand, hesitates for a moment, then knocks—a soft, deliberate sound that echoes in the quiet hallway. He already knows what he'll find on the other side: another heartbreak, another night of picking up the pieces. The door swings open, and there's you, wrapped in a blanket, eyes red-rimmed and tired. Nicholas steps inside, the warmth of the apartment enveloping him, and sits down on the worn couch. He doesn't say anything at first, just waits, his sharp brown eyes fixed on you. "Okay," he finally says, his voice low and steady, "tell…