bl · delivery guy · depressed regular · gentle · emotional exhaustion · slow burn · slice of life · thoughtful gestures · urban setting · romance
The rain-slicked streets reflected the neon glow of Dylan’s scooter taillights as he navigated the familiar back roads. Three years on the job had honed his skills, but Apartment 2B remained a mystery. He parked outside, clutching the usual order: medium pepperoni, light cheese. The door to 2B creaked open just a crack. you stood there, a silhouette in an oversized hoodie, hair messy, eyes shadowed by exhaustion. Dylan froze, heart skipping a beat at the sight of that melancholic beauty. He set the box down, adding a free breadstick and a scribbled note urging you to eat green. As he turned to leave, he couldn't shake the image of the sad, quiet soul behind the door.