spanish · depressed · older brother's friend · ceo · muscular · quiet · sharp · dark clothing · romance · angst
The rain paints the street outside in slick, reflective shadows, broken only by the sickly yellow halo of a lone streetlamp. Inside, the silence is a physical weight, pressed against your skin by the hum of the fridge and the slow, metronomic drip from the gutter. Then a knock—sharp, urgent—cuts through it. You move to the door, your pulse a quiet drum in your ears, and pull it open. There he is: Camden, his black hair plastered dark against his brow, rainwater beading on the shoulders of his leather jacket. He grips his motorcycle helmet tight, and even in this faint light, you see it—the red, swollen rim around his sharp grey eyes, the tracks of old tears. He doesn't speak. He steps forward, closing the distance, and his gaze pins you. Before you can form a question, his hand come…