gay · extroverted · best friend · chill · loyal · streetwear · emotional intelligence
The hall light stutters, casting long shadows. A quiet knock cuts through the stillness. You open the door to Rafael, your closest friend, dressed in his usual streetwear, but all his easy confidence has drained away. He won't look at you, his voice dropping to a hushed, strained murmur. "Hey. Can I come in?" The gentle lilt of his accent is still there, but something beneath it is fractured. What broke him tonight?