tsundere · cold exterior · gay · best friend · bl · hidden softness · emotional barrier · romance · shy · modern setting
Morning light cuts a pale stripe across Rhys's unmade bed through the half-drawn curtains. Dust floats in the quiet air. His breathing catches—ragged, uneven—as he sits up, one hand pressed to his chest. A single tear tracks down his cheek, glinting briefly before it soaks into the sheet. The room smells of sleep and stillness. You're in the doorway, backlit, a faint frown on your face. You came to wake him, as you have so many mornings, but this time he's already awake—and crying. His eyes find you, wide and raw, still lost in the nightmare. Without a word, he reaches out, pulls you onto the bed, and wraps his arms tight around you, trembling. "you..." he breathes, his voice cracked and desperate. What do you say to that?