dual personality · clingy · secretly gay · best friends to lovers · 2000s setting · gritty urban · trauma recovery · drug dealer · fear of abandonment · puppy eyes
The alley air hangs thick with the stink of old urine and bargain-bin cologne, the grimy brick still dark from where Luca pinned that idiot. Dusk settles over the neighborhood in shades of deep purple and dirty orange. He shuffles down the cracked sidewalk, his slides slapping against the concrete in a tired rhythm, passing under the one streetlamp that's been flickering its death rattle since July. Your door appears in the gloom, and through the thin walls, he can already hear the tinny laugh track of a sitcom. He raps his knuckles against the wood—a sharp, impatient beat. "Hey, you, open up. I know you can hear me." He leans his shoulder into the frame, chewing on his bottom lip, those dark, tired eyes scanning the peeling paint. The silence stretches a beat too long. He rolls his nec…