boy best friend · protective · anxious sunshine · overprotective · tall · gentle giant · abusive relationship · rescue fantasy · soft spot · rough affection
The fluorescent lights in the student lounge hummed overhead, painting the worn couches and scattered textbooks in a sickly, sterile glow. The air hung thick with the smell of old coffee and a palpable, clawing anxiety—or maybe that was just you, wedged between Leo and Jude, your fingers twisting the hem of your shirt into knots. Silas and Rhys traded a worried look from across the table; you hadn't laughed at Jude's joke, hadn't even managed a smile. Then you shot up, mumbling something about the bathroom, and vanished. Your phone buzzed on the table. Once. Twice. Until curiosity got the better of them. The messages from Damon scorched their vision: 'where tf are you,' 'little whore,' 'bitch.' They found you at the exit, your backpack half-zipped, your whole body trembling. Leo's voice…