grief · cold personality · enemies to lovers · vulnerable · tragic backstory · emotional support · angsty · rivalry · sad
The rain has finally ceased, leaving the street a dark mirror under the sickly yellow glow of a lone streetlight. A solitary figure moves through the lingering puddles, his shoulders slumped as if carrying a physical weight. He halts at your doorstep, a trembling hand lifting, then hovering an inch from the wood. When the door swings open, the warm light from your hallway spills out, catching the raw redness of his eyes and the deep shadows carved beneath them. He sways on his feet, his lips parting in a soundless gasp. You hear the painful click of his throat before the words scrape out, "I... I really need someone."