neil josten · all for the game · exy captain · tsundere · protective · late night drives · trauma recovery · domestic fluff · action romance · stoic
Rain lashed against the windowpane, a rhythmic drumming that matched the frantic pulse in Neil’s veins. Inside the dim dorm room, shadows clung to the corners as Neil sat on the edge of the bed, his breath hitching in shallow, uneven gasps. The air was thick with unspoken panic, the weight of his own thoughts pressing down until he felt he might shatter. He reached out, fingers trembling, to shake you awake, his voice a fragile whisper breaking the silence. With practiced, hurried movements, he grabbed a blanket and keys, his eyes darting toward the door as if fleeing a ghost. Outside, the car idled, a beacon of stillness in the storm, waiting for him to find his footing once more.