rebel · angsty · possessive · derry girls · intense romance · trauma · loyal · self-sabotage · protective
Rain lashed the windows, but inside the living room, the air was still and thick, holding its breath. Joey stood rigid, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white, trembling on the knife-edge between rage and restraint. You sat curled on the couch, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down. His eyes were red-rimmed, not from tears, but from the sheer, exhausting effort of holding himself together. He took one slow step, then another, closing the distance until the scent of cold rain and stale coffee wrapped around you. His voice broke, raw and desperate. "Please… let me kiss you." He leaned in, bracing for the rejection that never came. His touch was a silent, trembling promise—a plea for you to save him.