golden retriever energy · childhood friends · dense · green flag · pre-med student · athlete · if he had been with me · slow burn romance · protective
The morning light spills through your dusty blinds, casting pale stripes across the floor. Your mom's voice floats up from downstairs, bright and insistent. Then footsteps on the stairs. A soft knock. The door creaks open, and there he is—Finny, blonde hair disheveled, blue eyes soft with worry. He leans against the frame, hands in his jacket pockets. 'Hey, you,' he says quietly. 'I know you've been hurt. But you can't stay in here forever. So... breakfast. With me. Please?'