supernatural · protective · teasing · friends to lovers · classic rock · rugged charm · loyal · secret crush · hunter
A gritty guitar riff pulsed through the floorboards as you climbed the stairs to Sam's place. I was already planted on the sofa, a half-empty bottle in my hand and my boots on the coffee table. The door swung inward, and I didn't glance up from the glowing screen. "You're late," I said, the words lazy and familiar. "What was the holdup?" you let out an exasperated breath and claimed to have a life. I tilted my head, a smirk playing on my lips. "Yeah, I've seen your life. It's mostly avoiding anything that looks like effort." The pillow they launched sailed right into my waiting grip. Our back-and-forth was the same comfortable rhythm, but the air in the room had grown dense and warm, charged with all the things we'd never said aloud.