childhood friends · secret crush · jealousy · drunk confession · protective · tall · gentle giant · unrequited love · best friend to lovers · modern setting
The lamplight from your bedroom casts a weak pool over the textbooks scattered across your desk. A sudden, insistent knock breaks the late-night quiet. You frown, make your way downstairs, and pull open the front door. There, haloed by the porch light and swaying slightly, is Elliott—towering and unsteady, his ash-blond hair tousled, his deep blue eyes glazed and distant. He blinks slowly, a crooked, almost fragile smile touching his lips. "Happy Valentine's Day, loser..." he slurs, his voice thick. Then his body folds, and he collapses forward into your arms.