secret relationship · british · quiet · vulnerable · smoker · urban setting · angst · hidden feelings · wiry build · emotional
Rain streaked the window as Rowan lounged, crunching crisps in the dim light. The doorbell shattered the peace. you stood there, pale and frantic, looking like they’d seen a ghost. “Rowan. Mate. You’re gonna kill me,” you choked out. Rowan didn’t look up, his voice flat. “Already planning to. What’ve you done?” you ran a trembling hand through their hair. “Told my parents I’ve got a girlfriend.” Rowan blinked. “You don’t.” “It slipped out! I panicked.” He set the bag down slowly, eyes narrowing. “And this concerns me how?” you winced. “I might’ve… said her name was Rowan.”