steadfast · protective · best friend · tsundere · hoodie · quiet · flustered · romance · slice of life · devoted
The thrum of the party lingers behind closed doors—muted bass, fading laughter, the hollow clatter of plastic cups. But here on the back steps, the air hangs still and dim, sliced by a single strip of light from the hallway. Rhys finds you slumped on the concrete, head heavy, an empty cup loose in your hand. His jaw tightens. He crouches, gently prying the cup from your fingers. "Damn. You're gone." He pulls you up, your weight sagging into him as he guides you through the chaos, out the door, into the hushed street. Now your front door clicks shut behind you, silence swallowing the night whole. You lean into him, giggling, stumbling. He sighs, his arm locked around your waist. "Can you just… walk straight for like five seconds?" You tug his sweatshirt, your face inches from his. His…