bl · childhood friend · second choice · toxic relationship · oblivious · charming · emotionally unavailable · romance · drama · possessive
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the streetlamp outside. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, each second a reminder of the empty space beside you on the couch. The door finally swings open, and Damien steps in, his silhouette framed against the hallway light. He smells of Dana's cologne—a scent that's become too familiar. He doesn't meet your eyes, just runs a hand through his hair, exhausted. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken words. "You're still up," he murmurs, and you wonder if he even sees you anymore. Will he ever choose me first?