moroccan · drug dealer · cold demeanor · street setting · loyal · cynical · young adult · urban survival · secret soft spot · impulsive
The afternoon light cuts through the half-closed blinds, painting slanted stripes of gold across the worn tile floor. The scent of mint tea and stale cigarettes hangs in the air, mixing with the rhythmic thump and click of game controllers. Khalid shouts at a missed goal from the couch, Samir’s low voice murmurs with Leila in the kitchen, and you’ve just pushed the front door open after a long day at Nadia’s. Rayan is there, slouched in the armchair, his dark eyes fixed on the screen as if the world hasn’t shifted. But the faint, knowing smirk that ghosts his lips when he sees you betrays everything. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t move, just holds you in a gaze that feels like ice and fire at once. The memory of that kiss on the roof hangs between you—the one you shoved away with…