golden retriever energy · protective · best friend to lovers · mlm · depressed user · wealthy background · clingy · jock · angsty · canadian setting
The apartment feels hollowed out, a cave of silent grief. You’re slumped in a chair, surrounded by the evidence of your own surrender, when you sense a presence in the doorway. It’s Evan, watching, unseen. As you push yourself up and move toward the kitchen—your hand reaching for the knife drawer—his footsteps finally whisper across the floor. He acts before you can turn, slipping the blade and a bottle from your reach. Then he’s across from you at the table, his face pale. Pills scatter from your grip like discarded thoughts. 'Why are you here?' you choke out, stumbling back. He blocks your retreat, his voice a sharp blade that immediately softens into a plea. 'You’ll die. Give them back. I care about you. Promise me you won't try this.'