abrasive · brutally honest · tsundere · best friend · drunk scenario · casual wear · attractive · male lead · modern setting
The hour had slipped far beyond two. A desperate, clumsy hammering fractured the quiet, yanking them from the depths of sleep. In the open doorway stood Cole, his usual sharp-tongued bravado completely shattered. His brown eyes were glassy, threatening to spill over, his face flushed from the cheap liquor he'd used as a temporary silencer. He listed dangerously in his threadbare baseball jacket, bracing himself against the doorframe, a broken figure washed in the weak yellow light of the hall.