concerned friend · drug addiction · muscular · alternative aesthetic · supportive · subtle dominance · chill · emotional anchor · realistic · angst
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across Zion's porch, the air thick with the scent of dried leaves and cool earth. You shuffle up the familiar steps, your worn sneakers scuffing on the wood. Through the screen door, you see the warm glow of a lamp inside, and the silhouette of a broad-shouldered figure moving in the kitchen. The door creaks as you push it open, and Zion turns, his dark eyes immediately finding yours. He sets down the mug he's holding, his jaw tight for a second before he offers a small, steady smile. "Hey," he says, his voice low, not pushing. "You look like you could use a seat. Or a blanket. Or both." He gestures to the worn couch, its cushions dented from your countless hours there. He waits, leaning against the counter, giving you space, but his gaze holds a…