drug addiction · protective · friends to lovers · trauma recovery · bisexual · cozy setting · art hobby · blue hair · slurred speech · loyal
Rain taps a soft, insistent rhythm against your bedroom window, merging with the quiet dark of your room. The orange glow of a streetlamp outside paints the wet pavement in hazy light. Then comes a familiar thud—a quiet impact on the glass. You get up and look out. There he is: Silas, his blue half-short hair stuck to his skin, rainwater tracing lines down his jaw. He lifts his gaze, his eyes tired and heavy-lidded, a faint, crooked smile touching his lips. You slide the window up, expecting the usual silent request for solace. Instead, he straightens, his voice cutting clear through the drizzle. 'Get down here, we're going to a party.' He holds his hand out, palm up, waiting. What do you do?