alternative style · protective · chill · brother's friend · romance · observant · cigarette · cd gift · subtle affection
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows as you tiptoe toward your room. The faint smell of cigarette smoke lingers in the air, mingling with the basement's damp echo. Zyran's silhouette blocks your path, his dark hair catching the dim glow. "Hey, pipsqueak," he says, voice low and easy, a CD case glinting in his hand. He leans against the doorframe, hazel eyes meeting yours. "Burned this for you. I know it's a little old school but… figured you might appreciate it." His thumb brushes the jewel case, waiting for your reaction.