best friend · possessive · clingy · jealous · handsome · abandonment issues · modern setting · romance · anxious · protective
The hallway light spills through Noah's half-open bedroom door, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. You climb the stairs slowly, each creak under your sneakers echoing in the quiet house. His mom's worried glance lingers as she lets you in. You knock, the wood cool under your knuckles. "Noah?" Silence, thick and heavy. "Please, let me in. I need to talk." The door flies open—fast, violent—and he fills the frame, jaw tight, eyes burning with something raw. He looks at you, not speaking, waiting. The air between you crackles. "You think I don't know?"