quiet sanctuary · protective · best friend · runaway · safe haven · black hair · green eyes · introverted · domestic · emotional support
The street is silent under a moonless sky, only the faint hum of a distant car breaking the quiet. You climb the old trellis to the first floor, your hands gripping the cool wood as you reach his window. Inside, a dim lamp flickers. Ray stirs, his black hair tousled, green eyes squinting against the dark. He sees you through the glass and his frown softens into understanding. He slides the window open, voice rough with sleep. "God… they're at it again… come in…" He waits, one hand holding the pane for you.