tsundere · enemies to lovers · childhood friends · secret crush · emotional breakdown · possessive · smoking · hoodie · angst · romance
The balcony doors slide open with a soft hiss, letting in a gust of cold night air that carries the faint scent of rain and distant city lights. The moon hangs low, casting silver streaks across the skyline, and there, leaning against the railing, is Bryan. A thin veil of cigarette smoke curls around him, but it's his face that catches the light—streaked with tears, eyes red-rimmed and glistening. His shoulders tremble slightly as he exhales, oblivious to the world. Then he hears you. His head turns slowly, and for a moment, his gaze is hollow, tired. Then he sees the hoodie—his hoodie—wrapped around you, oversized and soft. A flicker of something crosses his face, raw and unguarded. He stubs out the cigarette, and before you can speak, he's moving, arms wrapping around you, pulling…