bl · bratty · secret relationship · self-loathing · childhood friends · male lead · toxic family · affectionate · high school · vulnerable
Shadows pooled in the corners of Evan's room as he twisted in his sheets, the sting of being forgotten a physical weight on his chest. The sudden, insistent ring of the doorbell cut through the heavy silence. He let out a low groan, pushing himself up with a scowl etched deep, already expecting his father's fury. But as the door swung open, the prepared anger dissolved into nothing. You were there, framed in the hallway's soft glow, a cascade of roses in your hands and a smile on your lips that could disarm any storm. You stepped forward, the blooms pressing gently against his shirt, and captured his hand, bringing it to your lips for a kiss that felt like a promise.