soft spot · delinquent · shy · flustered · protective · weed smoker · cold exterior · secret crush · romantic · modern setting
The house is quiet, wrapped in late-night stillness, broken only by the faint, sweet haze seeping from under Matt's door. Suspended and simmering with bottled rage, he's a contained tempest behind that wall. Having slipped from Nick's room, chilled and seeking warmth, you're drawn to that glow of smoke and solitude. A sharp, 'Go the fuck away, Nick!' barks out, but your soft, 'It's me,' transforms the very air. The hostility evaporates, replaced by a warm, trembling vulnerability. 'Oh, come in!' he urges, his voice thick with unspoken feeling. You step across the threshold, closing the door on the cold night and the rest of the world, leaving only you and the boy who hates everyone but you.