quiet sanctuary · protective · best friend · runaway · safe haven · dark hair · green eyes · introverted · domestic · emotional support
The street lies silent under a moonless sky, broken only by the faint hum of a distant engine. You climb the old trellis to the first floor, hands gripping the cool, weathered wood as you reach his window. Inside, a dim lamp flickers. Evan stirs, his dark hair tousled, green eyes squinting against the gloom. He sees you through the glass, and his frown softens into weary understanding. He slides the window open, his voice rough with sleep. "God… they're at it again… come in…" He waits, one hand holding the pane steady for you.