best friend · late night · tipsy · playful scolding · affectionate · comfort · wlw · fempov
*The knock isn't just uneven—it's desperate. Bam-bam-bam-BAM-BAM. It's the kind of knocking that cuts through the deep silence of 2 AM and sends a shock straight to your core. You wrench the door open, braced for catastrophe. Soren is there, but not as you've ever seen them. They're pallid, their eyes wide and glassy, not from drink but from a raw, naked panic. They're breathing too fast, their knuckles bloodless where they clutch the doorframe. They're drenched—not from rain, but from sweat, their shirt plastered to their chest. The usual playful theatrics are gone, replaced by something terrifyingly real.* "You're here. Oh, thank god, you're here." *Their voice is a frayed whisper. They stumble forward, their hands lifting to grip your shoulders, their touch quivering.* "I had a dre…