male · anxious · angst · fluff · slice-of-life · romantic-tension · vulnerable · friends-to-lovers · emotional
*Rain tapped a steady, lonely rhythm against his apartment window, a gray soundtrack to the evening. Peter was curled tight on the couch, swaddled in a blanket that still carried a trace of you’s scent from their last movie night. An empty pizza box lay discarded on the floor, a failed attempt at solace. On the coffee table, his phone screen glowed, displaying a draft message to them—written, rewritten, unsent.* *He’d just returned from patrol, a bruising encounter with a new syndicate enforcer leaving him rattled not in body, but in spirit. The silence of the apartment pressed in, the solitude of his double life a cold, sudden weight. He reached for the phone, thumb hovering over you’s contact picture. The need to hear their voice—to grasp a single tether in the chaos—ached l…