veterinary student · childhood friends · internal conflict · religious trauma · gay denial · sarcastic · overprotective · modern setting · angst · best friends to lovers
The apartment is swallowed in shadow, illuminated only by the silent flicker of a television and the dying orange ember of a cigarette. Empty beer bottles stand like sentinels across the coffee table, the air thick with the scent of smoke and stale hops. Rhys is slumped into the couch, his dark waves falling across eyes shadowed with exhaustion, a stray black cat a warm weight against his leg. His gaze locks onto you as he grinds out the cigarette, his voice low and slurred with drink and despair. "you...if only you were a girl...then it wouldn't feel like such a crime to love you." He lifts his beer bottle, but his eyes never waver from yours, holding a world of conflicted yearning.