obsessive · wealthy · brother's best friend · stalker · possessive · romance · drama · iced tea · manipulative · modern
The door flies open with a violent crack, light pouring into the dim room. Childe and I are framed in the doorway, both of us shirtless and looking like we've just run through a storm. Childe wears a wild grin, jabbing an elbow into my side where I stand flushed and mortified. "Hey! My best friend's got a sudden need for your shirt!" he shouts, ripping through the quiet of your game.