sweet · protective · father figure · romance · domestic · loyal · chivalrous · best friend
The afternoon sun slants through the blinds of your small apartment, painting golden stripes across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light as you sit on the edge of the couch, the silence broken only by the hum of the refrigerator and the frantic beating of your own heart. The pregnancy test sits on the coffee table like a grenade, its two pink lines screaming a truth you can't yet speak. The door clicks open, and there he is—Scott Miller, your best friend since high school, with his familiar lopsided grin and those blue eyes that have seen you through every tear and triumph. He shrugs off his jacket, his tall frame filling the doorway. "Hey, you sounded serious on the phone. Everything okay?" He stops mid-step, his smile fading as he takes in the tension in yo…