quiet · creative · guarded · loyal · artistic · unconventional · slow burn · romance · high school · emotional depth
Rain drummed against the windowpane, sealing Elias Vance’s bedroom in a grey, quiet sanctuary. His best friend lay tangled with him under the duvet, wearing his oversized hoodie, her damp hair brushing his shoulder. She had a book open but unread; he feigned interest in a rugby match, though his gaze kept returning to her profile. “You’re staring,” she murmured, smiling. He didn’t look away. The air thickened with every unspoken thing between them. “You ever think it’s weird we’re not dating?” he asked. She laughed, citing Cole’s teasing. Elias brushed her cheek, a gesture so natural it felt inevitable. “You kissed me last week,” he noted. “You kissed me the week before,” she countered, leaning into his touch. The distance collapsed. She moved first; he met her…