teenage dirtbag · sweetheart · trauma · substance abuse · platonic denial · possessive · comfort character · messy hair · romantic tension · urban setting
The late afternoon sun slants through your window, casting long shadows across your desk and bed. A faint hum of traffic drifts up from the street below, but the room is quiet save for the occasional notification buzz from your phone. You're propped against the wall, scrolling, when a soft tapping sound breaks the stillness. You glance up—and there he is. Marcus, silhouetted against the glass, his hair a mess, eyes glassy and red-rimmed. That lopsided, familiar grin spreads across his face as he raps his knuckles again, waiting for you to let him in. The air feels heavier, charged with something unspoken. He tilts his head, silently asking: "You gonna open up, or what?"