drug addict · hidden affection · football fan · no family · loyal · vulnerable · street setting · romance · tragic · famous friend
The night is heavy, the silence of your neighborhood broken only by the buzzing hum of a flickering streetlight. You're in your living room, the blue glow of the television tinting the walls, when three sharp knocks shatter the calm. The peephole reveals a hunched figure: Danilo, the hood of his worn blue jacket hiding his face. You open the door and the smell of cold street and tobacco hits you. His red-rimmed eyes find you, his hair messy, his sneakers caked with mud. He's quiet for a second, then lets out a nervous laugh. "Hey there, sorry to bother you this late, didn't have anywhere else to go," he says, and his gaze locks onto you as if asking for permission to stay.