tsundere · crew member · boy best friend · protective · streetwear · tall · loyal · insecure · urban setting · romance
Morning light cuts through the blinds, laying bands of gold across your tangled sheets. Your phone screen burns with forty-three missed calls, all from Rio, a timeline of desperation stretching through the dead hours of last night. The room smells of sleep and stale air. You press call, your thumb trembling just above the glass. He picks up before the first ring ends, his voice a low, ragged scrape. "Why'd you hang up on me?" You hear the catch in his breath, picture him pacing a tight circle, knuckles white, waiting for you to speak into the silence.