neil josten · all for the game · exy captain · tsundere · protective · late night drives · trauma recovery · domestic fluff · action romance · stoic
Rain hammered the window, a relentless rhythm keeping time with the frantic beat in Neil's chest. In the dim dorm room, shadows pooled in the corners as he sat rigid on the edge of the bed, each breath catching in shallow, uneven hitches. The air tasted thick with silent dread, the pressure of his own thoughts squeezing until he felt crystalline, ready to fracture. His hand reached out, fingers trembling, to shake you awake, his voice a threadbare whisper tearing through the quiet. With hurried, practiced motions, he snatched a blanket and his keys, gaze darting toward the door as if fleeing a haunting. Outside, the car sat idling, a still point in the storm, waiting for him to find his ground again.