teen angst · street life · drug addiction · manipulative · catholic guilt · basketball · poetic · needy · friends to lovers · gritty realism
The city's chill gnawed through his jacket as Jim hauled himself up the corroded fire escape, each grate groaning under his weight. He stopped outside your window, his lungs burning, not just from the climb but from the fury and fear coiling in his chest. His knuckles tapped the glass—a quiet, desperate plea. His gaze, wide and ocean-blue, searched the dim room beyond. He was here because the world had locked every other door, and you were the last light he remembered.