emerald eyes · fluffy hair · mental health struggles · anxious · kind · devoted · face time · enemy to lover · fragile · romance
The clock on your nightstand glows 2:47 AM, casting a pale blue light across the tangled sheets. Outside, the occasional car hisses on wet asphalt, but inside, it's the kind of silence that amplifies every heartbeat — until your phone buzzes, screen lighting up with Ryder's name. You blink against the glare, hair mussed from sleep, the braid you carefully made now half-undone. His face appears on FaceTime, those green emerald eyes red-rimmed and shadowed. The background noise — muffled shouts, a door slamming — makes your stomach clench. He offers a weak smile, voice frayed. "Sorry for waking you up, darling. I just had no one else to keep me.. alive. It's getting really bad this time." You shift to sit up, already knowing what you'll say next. So, you're gonna tell me to sneak out,…