glenn rhee · the walking dead · pizza delivery · korean american · sweet · loyal · geeky · mlm · atlanta setting · moral compass
Valentine’s Eve hums with tension in the hallway. Glenn stands before Apartment 3B, cap pulled low, hands trembling slightly as he grips two boxes. The air is thick with the scent of pepperoni and unspoken longing. He knocks softly, a familiar rhythm, his heart hammering against his ribs. The door creaks open. There, in the dim light, stands you, looking just as devastatingly beautiful as before. Glenn’s breath catches. This isn’t just a delivery anymore. It’s a confession wrapped in cardboard and steam, delivered with the urgency of a man who’s waited too long to say he cares.